#neds death makes sense to me

[darling-i-read-it]

Your Me

Andrews!Peter Parker x fem!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: SPIDERMAN SPOILERS, sadness, talks of death

Author’s Note: Lots of you had this idea lol so i hope I gave it justice! Thank you for intrusting me with it <3 Did I even get the Peter numbers right I have no idea (also I lied to you all I wrote this on my hotel bed between park visits)

Requested: by anon, Yello!!! I saw you were taking requests and I immediately had to ask for a nwh Garfield x fem! Reader where he comes through the portal and the reader is like “wow you’re pretty” and he’s so cute and flustered. Then later she’s the one he saves rather than mj

Requested: by @mads-weasley, Hi!! I love your writing soo much! I saw where you said you've seen No Way Home, so I was wondering if you could write a Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x Reader where he had a (y/n) on his earth and she was his girlfriend instead of Gwen. Then he sees her in (Tom) Peter's world and gets all emotional. He doesn't tell her why though. They flirt throughout the time he was there and maybe she almost dies or something in the big fight scene at the end but he saves her. Afterwards, he tells her how he couldn't save his (y/n), and that he'd never let it happen again. Kissing and fluff ensues. Sorry that makes absolutely NO sense!! Thank you for all that you do! <3

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

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You were more worried for Peter than you cared to admit. The guy and you had only just recently become friends, which just so happened to be the worst time to be friends with Peter Parker. You had been effectively unable to get into any college, not to mention the constant danger you seemed to find yourself under.

MJ eyed the box that would send all the villains from other universes back into their universe. You had a hard time not pacing back and forth in Ned's dining room. You were stressing them out but you couldn’t help yourself. This was your first time in a life or death situation like this one.

“Would you sit down?” MJ asked, looking up at you. You laughed dryly.

“No,” you deadpanned.

“You should go and help my Lola in the kitchen,” Ned said, gesturing to the other room. You hardened your jaw, knocking they were just trying to get away from you. You didn’t blame them .

“Are you gonna open that thing?” you asked MJ. She looked down at it, swallowing hard.

“I don’t know,” she whispered. You turned around and walked through the house to the kitchen. Ned’s grandma wasn’t in there, she must have gone upstairs. You let out a sigh and leaned against the sink, hoping for a moment of clarity. How would Peter even manage this? With the whole world after him, not to mention the deadly villains who you didn’t trust? You felt for MJ. You could never send your boyfriend out to do something like this, you would feel far too guilty.

There was a crash in the dining room. You turned around quickly, grabbing a knife off the knife block. You rushed back in. There was a man standing there, facing away from you. He had his hands raised and a spider suit on, though it was different from Peters. You held the knife up worriedly, eyeing Ned and MJ who were on the other side of the man.

“I’m the Spider-Man of my universe,” the man explained. You narrowed your eyes, confused. How did he get in this living room, even if he was Spider-Man? You held the knife shaking in your hand.

“Prove it,” MJ said. She picked up a piece of bread and tossed it at him. He flinched but didn’t catch it.

“What was that for?!”

“I wanted to see if you had Peter’s..tingle!” MJ explained, backing away from him.

“I do have the tingle but not for bread,” this new Peter explained. He turned around as you took another step forward and grabbed the hilt of the knife out of your hand. You jumped, finally seeing his face. You were shocked that he didn’t look like your Peter at all. You stumbled back, not even trying to pull away from his grip on your wrist.

“You’re Peter?” you asked, amazed. “But you’re so…cute!”

This Peter stopped the moment he saw your face. He held your wrist in his hand, the familiar feeling of it stunning him. It had been an odd few days without a doubt but..this? You? It was like the world was playing some sort of sick joke on him. He apparently didn’t look like your Peter but you sure looked like his Y/N.

He flushed at your compliment but was probably blushing more at the memory of you, the faint ghost in his mind that he hadn’t realized faded so much. The memory had loosened around the edges. He hadn’t remembered the crinkle beside your eye or the way you smiled when you complimented him.

“Thank you,” he breathed.

“Uh…new Peter? You okay there?” MJ asked. You were staring at each other. He seemed so familiar in the way that you trusted him immediately. You weren’t sure what it was about the kindness in his eyes but you couldn’t help but want to stay right where you were.

“Yeah.” Peter cleared his throat and let you go, to both of your dismay. “I’m good.”

===

Peter 2, the eldest of the three of them, was watching Peter 3, the one you had met and felt a connection with, at the lab. Your Peter was whispering with MJ, talking about the plan, enjoying each other's presence.

“Do you have someone?” Peter 2 asked. Peter 3 turned his head in surprise then looked back down at the work he was doing. He shook his head slightly.

“No. Don’t really have the time for Peter Parker stuff,” he explained. Peter 2 nodded. He knew that all too well. There had been a portion of his life that surrounded only Spider-Man, so much so he forgot he was living a double life instead of just one. “Do you?”

“Uh…it’s complicated.”

“Not really in the cards for guys like us huh?”

The door opened and you walked inside, holding some chemicals that your Peter had asked for. You walked up to him, handing him what he wanted. He chatted with you for a moment. You didn’t leave Peter 3’s gaze. He was enthralled with your every move like he was trying to memorize you before he disappeared again. Peter 2 followed his gaze and his eyes softened.

“Is that her?” Peter 3 sat up, laughing, shaking his head.

“No, no…” But it was pretty obvious from the look on his face that you meant something to him.

“Peter! You Peter,” you said, pointing to Peter 3. You walked over to him and he lit up as you did so, standing up straight. You put bottles of stuff in front of him. “Is this right? I kinda suck at science,” you admitted. He nodded quickly.

“It’s perfect. Thank you,” he said. You nodded, smiling.

“Anything for Peter. Any one of you.” You moved on to Peter 2 but he watched, unable to keep his eyes off you when you were in here.

“Actually…I think this is just water,” Peter 3 said, picking up one of the vials.

“You asked for H20!” you said, walking back to him.

“I absolutely did not,” he told you, laughing. You picked it up.

“Well maybe I just wanted you to stay hydrated,” you said, crossing your arms in front of him.

“I didn’t get any water,” your Peter exclaimed.

“You have a whole girlfriend for that,” you said, pointing at MJ whose eyes went wide.

“I am not his errand boy,” she said. You turned back to Peter 2.

“I can take it back if you don’t want it. I could always use more water.” He shook his head, heart full.

“No, no. Thank you Y/N.” You nodded once and sat down to help him where you could, though it seemed you were just there for emotional support. Peter 1 chose not to say anything. Peter 2 decided that it was you after all. He wondered what happened to you in Peter 2’s life that caused him to be so emotional right then.

===

“Ned take deep breaths. Focus your mind,” you said, staring at the open portal. MJ was holding the box but Ned was not doing the only job he had. You breathed heavily, gesturing with your hands as though it would help Ned.

“We’ll just keep trying,” MJ explained. You nodded and Ned was quickly trying to get you three safe. Your eyes went wide. There was a Lizard barreling it’s way towards you. You hit Ned and turned to MJ.

“We should run!” you exclaimed, turning around and sprinting away. Connors came barreling through the lab, just narrowly missing MJ. You ran back through the portal, suddenly on the top of the scaffolding of the statue of liberty. The Peters were swinging around but it was hard to distinguish which ones were which.

You turned around, finding yourself cornered. The Lizard was fighting someone new now and you slipped, falling off the edge of the scaffolding.

Your scream was delayed. For a moment you didn’t even realize what kind of condition you were in. This was it. You were falling and you would die, helping Spider-Man. You close your eyes satisfied with the death you were going to have when you felt arms around you.

You opened your eyes. You were on the ground. Peter 3 had his arms around you, tears in his eyes.

Then you understood. You had died in his arms before.

“Peter…” you whispered. He nodded and gently let you down.

“Are you okay?” he asked, choking up. You nodded, hugging him briefly. He wrapped his entire body around you.

“Yeah,” you breathed. You pulled away, far too quickly for his liking and gestured to the other Peters. “You have a job to do,” you told him and he nodded quickly, swinging away.

===

Strange was floating far above you.

“Peter! My Peter!” You waved him over. He swung over. You gestured to the two Spider-Mans on the shield below you. “Take me over to them please.” He nodded and didn’t question you. You wrapped your arms around him and he swung you over. You landed and Peter 2 walked up to you, his arms wrapped around Peter 3 who seemed to be bleeding out.

You walked up to him in two long strides and kissed him. He melted into your touch, going quite literally weak at the knees.

“Sorry we have to say goodbye so soon,” you whispered.

“Me too,” he said and his voice was weak. You could hear the tears in his eyes.

“I just wanted to say goodbye before you were gone. Bye Peter 2. I hope you can get that stitched up.” He laughed, shrugging.

“Yeah, me too,” he said laughing. You backed away a bit. Peter 2 held your hand until you were too far away to touch.

“Whatever happened with the other me…it wasn’t your fault. So stop beating yourself up over it.” His chin quivered and he looked down at his feet.

“Thank you.”

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[sourcherryandsprinkles]

What am I supposed to do if there’s no you | Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: May dies. You find Peter on the school’s roof and comfort him

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word count: 0.5k

Note: Let’s all cry together

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Peter had lost a lot of people in his life. Each loss hurt differently.

The first time, he was four years old. At this age, Peter didn't really understand the concept of death and kept asking May and Ben: 'where are my mommy and daddy?'.

The second time, Peter was older. He knew what death meant. Uncle Ben had at the wrong place at the wrong time. He had been at the corner store getting milk on a Tuesday night when a burglar came in and held the cashier at gunpoint. The burglar fired the gun to scare the cashier, but the bullet had ricocheted and touched Ben fatally.

It had been a hard and emotional night. Peter remembered holding a crying May in his arms after the police rang their doorbell, announcing them of the sad news. She took his loss the hardest.

A few months ago, Tony Stark had died in his arms after sacrificing himself. Although they weren't blood related, Peter had gone through trauma from losing him. Peter looked up to Tony a lot, both as a superhero and as a person. He was his mentor and, in a way, a father figure.

Now, it was May's turn.

When Peter saw the blood on his hand, he knew she wasn't going to make it, but a part of him refused to believe she was going to die. She had been fine a minute ago. It didn’t make sense to him.

''What are you doing, May? Please, May. Will you just wake up and talk to me, please,'' Peter begged with tears falling from his eyes, trying to wake up his mother figure whose's heart was no longer beating. 

His hands were cupping her face, caressing her cheek gently.

She couldn't die. She was too young...and he needed her. 

He needed her to tell him he was a blind idiot for not seeing that you had a crush on him. He needed her to cook dinner and fail miserably. He needed her to worry about him and throw bananas at him to test his ‘Peter-tingles’. 

What was he supposed to do if there was no May?

A car pulled in at the front of the building and called his name. Happy. Peter locked eyes with him for a brief second before glancing back at May. He didn't know what to do.

The NYPD team outside began crowding Happy and pulled him out of his car.

They were waiting for Peter to come out. 

''Peter, run!'' Happy shouted as handcuffs were being put on him.

Peter pressed a longing kiss to May's forehead. ''I'm sorry,'' he repeated over and over, squeezing his eyes shut as tears continues to flow.

Guns began going off and one of the bullet hit Peter's shoulder, sending him back from the impact. He brought a hand over the wound and stood on wobbly legs, abandoning May's body.

Peter found himself sitting on the rooftop of Midtown High, heaving rain falling on him. It was his safe place. Where he always went to get away from things. That’s where you and him spent lunch break on the first day back to school after Mysterio revealed Spiderman’s identity. 

That's where you found him. He sensed you coming up the roof and turned his head, looking at you with bloodshot and teary eyes. 

You didn't ask what happened. If Peter was here, it meant something bad had happened. Something really bad judging by the look in his eyes and the blood on him.

The wetness of the rain seeped through your sweater as you went up to him and kneeled, cradling his face and sweetly kissing his temple. Whatever had happened, Peter needed comfort. He leaned into you and broke down at your touch, letting it all go. You wrapped your arms around him and his bloodied hands immediately covered yours, as if to keep you from ever letting go.

The only time you heard Peter cry was when Tony died. If Ned and MJ were at Ned’s, the only person who Peter would be this heartbroken over was...May.

You tightened your hold as Peter's sobbed, feeling your own eyes fill up with tears. 

''She's gone. It's all my fault.''

[shawty-writes-a-little]

Right where you left me

Chapter 2

Warnings: Bullying, Mentions of Loki’s death

Word count: 3k

Peter Parker x Loki!daughter reader

Find chapter 1 here

The rest of the school day wasn’t as easy for y/n either. She was having a hard time figuring out how the lockers worked and it was hard finding her class every period. She made it through lunch break without a scene but even the lunch break wasn’t that simple. Everyone was in one place of the school it was almost like a crowd even though it was a big school hall which they called “cafeteria”. It almost seemed like a miss arranged feast to y/n. She followed the line where people were standing unknown what it was for. She mirrored what everyone else did with a blue tray and kept walking ahead as the maidens from behind the counter kept serving in her plate. Pretty indecent to be served food as you walk and some of the food didn’t even make sense to her. What in the seventh hell? How does one eat out of a box?

Y/n turned back to the main seatings where everyone was all over the place. She stood there for a while looking for Peter given he was the only one she knew and she also had some other questions since half of school day was still left.

She spotted Peter on a round table on the edge of the room. Relived, she walked over there with her tray. “Greetings!” She said and sat down across Peter and his friend she assumed, who sat beside him.

Peter shifted in his seat nudging to Ned who ignored him and introduced himself to y/n. “Hello there, I’m ned!”

“I am y/n of Asgard.” She with a grin as she mentioned her home.

“You don’t have to introduce yourself like that every time.” Peter stated flatly faced to the other side of the room and his lips parted closely so it would look as if he wasn’t talking to her.

“It’s fine y/n you’ll learn the earth way soon” Ned replied before y/n could.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She continued “Peter do you know if—“

“Hey-sorry I just realised Ned and I have to get to this group project we had in physics.” Peter interrupted her mid sentence.

“Group project?” Ned asked not even slightly aware.

“The group project-you know the one—“ Peter raised his brows trying to hint to Ned.

“Yes! Yes the group project-the physics one-yes—“ Ned played along not knowing where this was going.

“Yeah that one-its due in a few days we need to go to the library and work on it.” Peter said hurriedly standing up from his place giving Ned the look to do the same even tho he had unwillingness to do so.

“Fine by me!” Y/n said doing the same following both of them out of the table.

“Wait-where are you going?” Peter raised a brow.

“—With you?”

“Yeah well-you can come but you haven’t finished your lunch yet, go on you should eat first.” Peter excused again as Ned stood to their side a bit disappointed.

“Oh no I don’t mind I’m not hungry besides I’d love to see the library!” She debated proceeding to walk further.

“No no no-I mean you’ll just be bored physics is a boring subject plus it’s your first day here why don’t you stay here and make some friends?” Peter suggested yanking her back from her elbow.

Y/n stood silent looking around the people whom Peter suggested to make friends with. She had a considerate view towards it. New friends could be good for her.

“There’s a lot of people here you might even have the same classes with!” Peter said enthusiastically trying to make it sound the best thing there is when it truth he just didn’t wanted to be seen around her.

“Alright then I suppose—“

“Amazing! See you after school!” Peter said leaving with Ned before she could finish her sentence.

Both Peter and Ned walked out of the cafeteria as Peter let out a sigh of relief.

“What was all that for?” Ned asked him.

“What? Don’t you know she is?” Peter asked implying an obvious tone.

“The whole school does-but that’s not what I meant. You blew her off for no reason in there we don’t have a physics project.”

“We don’t. But our reputation here isn’t very shiny anyways can you imagine if we were seen hanging out with someone who’s dad almost took over New York?” Peter scoffed as they walked in the school hallway.

“I know but she doesn’t seem like someone who would invade earth come on!” Ned argued.

“Oh so you want to test it out to see if you’re right?” Peter rolled his eyes even though he knew Ned was right. He had a notion that he was just doing what an avenger would do. Being precautious.

“Didn't Mr Stark tell you to help her settle in new school?”

“-What Mr Stark doesn’t know won’t hurt him!”

-

After Peter and Ned left y/n at the cafeteria she stood in her spot blankly scanning the room. Coming up with how she would greet people she talks to. It was just like mingling with people at a ball or a dinner party. It’s alright you know this. Y/n exhaled once walking over to the table of a few girls her age who sat on the similar round table chattering and laughing.

“Hello-“ Y/n flashed a smile waving one of her free hands. The laughing and chattering of the group of girls stopped as they looked at her. Y/n placed her tray in front of the one empty seat on the table. “May I?” She asked gesturing if she could sit there.

None of the girls said anything and just stared at her. It seemed strange and awkward to her they were all looking at her as if they had seen a ghost. Not getting an answer y/n sat there anyways and once again smiled the group.

“I am y/n it’s my first day—“ she trailed off before one of girls who sat across her passed a disgusting look around her friends.

“We know who you are. What do you think you’re doing?” The girl asked raising a sharp brow at her.

“I beg your pardon?” Y/n asked softly with no clue what the girl was implying to.

“Gosh” she rolled her eyes “You can’t sit there!”

“Oh apologises I didn’t knew someone was here.” Y/n said hastily grabbing a hold of her untouched tray.

“No you just can’t sit with us! Did you not know your dad brought Aliens on earth?”

“—Yeah and he almost took over New York?” The other girl added.

Y/n felt like she couldn’t make out any words not entirely because of what they said. But she has refrained herself from even thinking of father to shove down how much she missed him. She wouldn’t even mention him to uncle Thor it was the first time someone brought him up ever since he had died. “How do you know about him?” Y/n managed to let out cursing mentally on how weary her voice just came out.

“Everyone knows everything here. Keep up honey.” The girl told her standing up as the rest of them too stood up to leave behind her. They casted a rude glare at her as they left and it was her alone at a table again.

Y/n didn’t pay much attention as the rest of the school day came to an end and she realised how bad it was. She told everyone back at the HQ that it was amazing. It was better to lie she figured because what were they going to do nonetheless? Uncle Thor would be really upset if she told him what the girls at school said about father. It wasn’t easy on him either but likewise, he acted like he was just as alright. I take it it’s an Odinson family thing?

As much as y/n couldn’t get her mind off of how the girls today talked about her father as though he was so much resent worthy. She told herself it was only her first day. She thought about grandmother’s advise, not everyone you meet is going to be nice but you just have to move past them. That’s what she would do. It was only her first day and she encountered with some awful people and it happens. Things would be different on her second day she assumed.

—

Three months passed as y/n went to school and not one day went pleasant. Everyone at school talked down to her, passed comments about her and her father. Her mind would serve as a battleground as she tried to brush off those comments and leg pulling she would carry with her everywhere.

It didn’t take much for y/n to see through Peter’s five feet walking off plan. She didn’t blame him anymore though he was ought to look out for himself and that’s what he did. She stopped going up to him anymore saving both of them the embarrassment. She wouldn’t indulge in more than a small talk even outside of school with Peter she was just accustomed to it now.

Peter on the other hand felt really bad at thing point. He would see y/n getting picked on in school, made fun of but he couldn’t do anything. If he had been friends with her from the start maybe this wouldn’t have happened. Y/n was a smart student he could see how her maths was better than him. Even the languages but the only thing that troubled her was history.

It was obvious history would be her weakest suit she has only been here for three months. He would try and slip his history homework to her ‘accidentally’ whenever he was at the tower to be at least of a little help. She would never copy off of his though, she seemed to have very righteous morals towards plagiarism. Y/n would study the entire nights for history and still not get a good grade.

It all worsened even more when Tony got y/n a phone. For her safety, for when she went out or needed to call someone. She never did went outside but kept it anyways however it took the worst possible turn. Someone from school got her number and as it spread around people started sending her news clippings and jokes from when Loki invaded New York. It made her feel sick to her guts watching them. She hadn’t seen her father’s face in a long while by now and she didn’t want to see him like this.

The school had no silver lining and the torture she endured seemed to get worse and worse. She had reached her limitations and thought about her solution for this. She couldn’t stay here any longer given if she didn’t go to school she would be one or the other person’s responsibility here. The only place she could turn to was Asgard. Certainly it wouldn’t be much different there, she didn’t have anyone there to go back to but it was Asgard. They were her people, she wouldn’t feel out of place there.

After dinner when everyone was scattered around the tower or back to their rooms she hoped to talked to Thor.

Y/n walked downstairs with hurried steps, she already practised what she was going to say to him five times before approaching him.

“Uncle Thor?” She called still halfway through the stairs.

“I’m here!” His reply came from the sitting area from what it looked like he had company.

She strolled over to him and came to know Tony was there too. According to her practise she was going to tell him she wanted to go back right away but with Tony there it changes it since she didn’t want him to feel bad about his hospitality either. Honestly the hang outs with Tony and movie nights with Nat is what kept her going till now.

“Evening.” She greeted Tony and across the coffee table not taking a seat. “Uncle Thor can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course dear what is it?” He raised his brows curiously.

Y/n hesitated for a moment but did eventually have to say it out loud “I want to go back to Asgard.”

Tony was more shook than Thor was. “Why?!” Tony exclaimed out of natural reaction.

“Is everything alright y/n?” Thor asked her concerned.

“It is-it’s well pretty-I just miss it there.” Y/n lied to dodge his question.

“I thought you liked it here? We haven’t even tried all the desserts off of that corner shop yet!” Tony was seriously taken back by that. He knew how it was growing up without parents. He remembered being roughly of her age when he lost them and having people around did help. Tony wanted to do the same for y/n however he had no idea what had been going on.

“N-no Tony that is fun-I do love that here that’s not a probl-“

“I thought you liked going to that school of yours?” Thor asked her mid sentence.

“Yeah your school! Didn’t you make a lot of friends there? Peter goes there too” Tony added in agreement.

School. Y/n inhaled a deep breath to not let the mention of school get to her temper which was so rare to happen but Uncle and Tony went on asking about school and her amazing friends—the lie she told them.

“No! Uncle Thor I do not like that school of mine! That place is barbaric!! Everyone there is just rude and incorrigible no matter how hard you try to fit in! I’m not either of you-the god of thunder or iron lad-man—apologies-they hate me here! Even Peter was embarrassed to be seen with me he told me Midgardians walk 5 meters away from each other-and I thought it was true?! And the history class!” She paused and huffed between her rant “Seven hells the history class here-you ask one question in class and everyone starts laughing at you? I learned about Hitler the hard way and nobody would sit with me during lunch-all their stupid lunches in their stupid box water and stupid round tables it’s just—“ y/n took a deep breath grabbing the nearest pillow and throwing it back to its place with force. “I hate it here!” She said lastly running towards the stairs and slammed her door shut.

“Wow.” Tony said as both him and Thor sat there processing what she said. Apparently Peter was there for the last 5 minutes he missed what she said previously but it didn’t take him a lot to know what she must’ve referred to.

“Hi-“ he announced his presence even though he feared the Mr. Stark lecture that awaited him.

“Oh hello Peter. Why don’t come here and explain—“ Tony trailed off he was really surprised that Peter would’ve done that. Even after when he specifically told him to help her settle into the new school.

“I know I know-I heard. Uncl—Mr Thor? Sir? Mr Stark look no I know I’m really sorry can I just talk to y/n for a while I’ll be right back.” Peter rushed to the stairs before either of them could reply.

Peter took a sharp breath knocking on the door hoping he could fix the mess he had a part in creating. “Go away!” A response came from the other side of the door.

“Y/n it’s me-Peter!”

Perfect just what I needed today. “What do you want?” She asked from behind her closed door face down on the bed.

“I just wanted to talk can you open up please?” Peter asked in a pleading up leaning his forehead on the door.

Y/n groaned getting out of the bed to open the door she was least amazed see Peter. “Come to gloat?” Gods I sound like father again.

“I wanted to apologise to you.” Peter walked inside her room as y/n moved away from the door to let him in.

“It’s fine it’s nothing you did anyways.” Y/n said shrugging her shoulders.

“No. I blew you off every time and I didn’t help you out when everyone was picking on you and saying mean—“

“I know Peter. I was there-you don’t have to bring it up. It’s alright I’ll be leaving in a while anyways.” Y/n said awkwardly looking around the room.

“And I wanted to talk to you about that-are you sure leaving Earth is the best option for you?” Peter asked rubbing his forehead.

“Staying here isn’t my best option either.”

“—I know it must feel that way now but your uncle is here-he likes it here—forget about school everyone here loves you. I could help you with history don’t worry-“ he tried his end of the bargain to convince her to stay.

“Peter it’s not just school I know how people see—my father here, I know I wouldn’t like it too if someone tried to do that to a part of Asgard-everyone’s right in their place but he was my father.” Y/n flickered her eyes trying to blink away the tears that were forming up “I just-I cant hate him.” She shrugged her shoulders in disbelief as tears formed a valley down her eyes though she was quick to wipe them off as they fell.

“Are you crying? Hey y/n it’s alright-“ Peter took a step closer to her as she shook her head wiping her tears again.

“I’m really sorry-“ she tried to hold back and stop her tears but it only seemed to increase them. Y/n sank down on the floor slowly as her vision got blurry.

Peter sat down beside her “Y/n it’s okay!” Peter told her gentle rubbing her back.

“Everyone from school keeps sending me these speaking letters on my phone from when my father was in New York and everything the news said about him and-“ y/n tried to continue as a sob stopped her words from coming out.

Peter looked at her with soft expression “They’re sending you video clips?” He asked just to confirm what she meant by ‘speaking letters’.

Y/n nodded in response not meeting his gaze. “I miss him so much all the time I-I didn’t even get to say goodbye” She finished as tears welled up her eyes.

Peter pulled her in closer into his arms and she didn’t let go crying onto his chest. He could feel her heart break as she clung onto him. “It’s okay you’re going to be alright-I’m here with you.”

“They make me feel like father did everything wrong.” She sniffled between her words.

“Hey that’s not true-he’s probably looking down at you right now-that what an amazing daughter he has raised. How she’s getting through everyday-how smart she is. I saw your physics grades Einstein!” Peter told her as she chuckled slightly at that joke.

“Thank you Peter, really.” She said pulling out of the hug.

“Of course.” He smiled at her wiping the last of tears off her face. “And listen you are going through a major loss-I know it must hurt right now and that’s natural. You don’t have to bottle your feelings-it’ll take time, a lot of it-the people we love become a part of us and your dad will always be a part of you.” Peter explained to her which spread a genuine smile across her face-making him mirror it.

“I’ll remember that. I’ll also consider staying if the history offer is still open?”

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[euphoniumpets]

Multiverse of Madness | Chapter One

Prompt: ''She is a threat to our universe.''

Warnings: blood and gore, mentions of death, violence.

A/N: happy new year and we begin with the first chapter of multiverse and madness!!!! i'm so excited to continue write this series throguhout and the first chapter will be not so long since i wanted to make this a ''prologue of some sort''. Also, I've thought about the readers powers and i've thought about it after watching the witcher on netflix. Ciri's powers inspired me somehow to be the readers powers if that make sense. I know the first chapter isn't long but don't worry there will be longer throughout.

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THIS IS A SERIES: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - epilogue

''There has to be another way, Stephen.''

''I'm sorry, there isn't, we can't change the future.''

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It's been five years. Five years since the war with Thanos and five years that people moved on. It seemed that everybody moved on around you, but you couldn't move on with life.

So, you did what you were at best, running away from your old life.

When you were nine, you discovered your powers. Your mother was a witch but she sadly died after sacrificing her life to save your life.

And when you got older, your powers would grow stronger than you could cause destruction.

Some people saw you as a threat. But other people envied you. But you always thought you were different than the others. Your powers weren't like Wanda's. But they were similar in a way.

Staring at the screen in front of you, you widened your eyes when you saw Peter Parker. Your Peter Parker who's been best friend with you ever since your father made the decision to be in a school for teens. The same spiderman who fought alongside you in space and the same Peter Parker who you saw as a brother and who was blamed for killing Mysterio.

''Spiderman is a killer.''

Your eyes squinted towards the screen in New York as the hood of your clothing covered slightly of your frame. You turned your head and you saw everyone begin to shout and yell.

Chaos began to form on the streets as your eyes stared solemnly towards the young face of your brother. You knew at this moment, he needed your help because you promised yourself once before that you would protect him, even if you can't protect yourself.

Walking through the streets, you stopped when you sensed something. You let out a gasp as you held your hand against the wall next to you as you could hear the familiar voices come through your mind.

You recognized them instantly.

''Would you stop talking?''

''Oh My God Ned,''

''Okay, let's not change the parameters of the spell anymore while I'm casting.''

You squinted your eyes. What casting? And why where Peter with Strange?

Then you felt it. You felt something change in the air as your eyes drifted towards the sky. You couldn't explain what feeling it was, but after Strange did something, you knew that your world wouldn't be the same again.

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Running as fast as you could towards the familiar building in New York, you barged into Stephen's strange house. Whatever it was, you knew that Doctor Strange would have the information of it. No matter how you disliked the man, he was the only source you had since Wanda is gone. ''Stephen!'' You shouted from downstairs.

Your eyes widen when you saw the snowy atmosphere downstairs as It was covered with snow. You wondered what the hell happened here.

However, down in the basement and after fighting against Doctor Octopus, Peter was immediately transported back into Doctor's Strange house. Both of them turned towards your voice.

''Y/N?'' Peter questioned as the two walked back to the main area. His eyes widened in surprise when they saw you, standing in front of them. He hasn't seen you since the funeral and he saw that you've changed.

Both of the men stood in front of you, with surprised looks since no one expected you to come there. ''Y/N? What are you doing here?'' Peter asked you. Your eyes turned towards him as you uttered the only words that came through your mind:

''What the hell did you do?''

[goodqueenaly]

Here’s me never realizing how perfect (in a perfectly twisted way) the Lannister origin myth clashes with that of the Casterlys.

In the Casterly legend, the key theme is mercy. Corlos son of Caster had every reason to kill the lions that dwelled in what would become Casterly Rock; not only was he “a huntsman” by trade, but this lion (and presumably its mate too) had been “preying upon the village's sheep”, a danger to the survival of the community (since not only would the villagers presumably rely on the sheep for wool and possibly food, but a predator attacking a flock could just as well go after the shepherd tending it). Yet while Corlos could easily have recognized the same about the lion’s cubs (and probably did), and enjoyed a temporary physical advantage over them, he nevertheless refused to kill them too. Corlos would not sentence these cubs to death for the sins of their parents, even if their very nature suggested they would pose a danger to his community; the moral good of showing mercy to the innocent outweighed the practical, even legal good of eliminating a threat to the larger world. This choice is the source of the Casterlys’ divine reward, mercy confirmed as literally more precious in the eyes of the (specifically old) gods than a mountain of gold.

Yet in the Lannister legend (no matter which version), Lann succeeds not from a higher good superseding right but from apparently purely selfish desire violating right. Lann takes Casterly Rock not because of any reported tyranny or evil committed by the Casterlys, or out of any reported sense of personal justice; indeed, Lann is specifically noted to be an outsider to the Westerlands (either as some proto-Andal or a grandson of Garth Greenhand), someone with neither investment in nor claim to rule of the Westerlands. Likewise, in every iteration of the Lann myth, Lann succeeds out of a violation of the natural and/or right order. In sneaking into the Rock (thereby consciously avoiding the mutually protective mandates of guest right) to set the Casterlys against one another, Lann disturbs and upends family unity. In introducing vermin or lions into the Rock, Lann injects wildness into what was by then a human, domestic sphere. (Importantly, in the case of the lions, Lann does not do so to return the place to its former animal occupants, but to secure his own seizure of the Rock; where once Corlos had used lions to demonstrate his mercy to the innocent in spite of their deadly pedigree and his own (and his community’s) potential danger from it, Lann uses lions specifically because of that menacing character against the apparently innocent Casterlys.) In raping the Casterly daughters, Lann very obviously violates (in every sense of the word) the young girls involved, using crime (either in the clear sense of the rapes themselves or the patriarchal, needless to say no less disturbing Westerosi sense of stealing Lord Casterly’s right to sell his daughters’ virginity as he pleased) to insert himself into the ruling dynasty.

This contract becomes especially interesting in the context of the modern Lannisters, especially in the conflict between Ned and Cersei in AGOT. Ned is certainly not the only character who has prioritized mercy to the innocent (see, say, Davos and his argument that the life of one boy is worth “everything” against the fate of a kingdom, or Daenerys and her refusal to kill the child hostages of Meereen even in the face of the terrorist attacks of the Sons of the Harpy). However, that Ned himself consistently makes this choice is evident; his protection of baby Jon, his dilemma with the direwolf pups (itself a neat zoological parallel to Corlos’ decision with the lion cubs), and his stalwart refusal to condone the assassination of young Daenerys all speak to this point. This facet of Ned’s character is at the heart of his warning Cersei to flee before he revealed the truth of the incest to Robert. As Corlos was willing to slay the adult lions for the threat they genuinely posed to his village, so Ned’s sense of justice and loyalty to Robert compelled him to reveal Cersei’s (and Jaime’s) actions to him. Yet as Corlos stopped short of killing the cubs out of recognition of their innocence, so Ned decided to give Cersei (and, more specifically, her children) the chance to escape Robert’s wrath. Ned had every reason to believe that Robert, once presented with this (true) accusation against Cersei, would quickly and violently rid himself not just of the wife he despised (and regularly abused and raped) but also the children who would be no more to him (and the rest of the realm) than than spawns of incest. Even though these children might well cause political trouble for him and/or the realm later - they as (illegitimate) pretenders in exile, he as the man who treasonously let them go - he makes the choice, as Corlos did, because they are innocent lives and thus worth saving, not guilty for whatever crimes their parents may have committed.

Cersei, in turn, reflects her mythical ancestor in this conflict. As Lann had had no right whatsoever to the Rock before deciding to seize it, so Cersei and her children had no legal right whatsoever to the Iron Throne; she knew more than anyone else that these were her extramarital children by her Kingsguard brother, at best in the eyes of the law bastards with no inheritance claims and at worst abominations to be destroyed. Yet as Lann twisted natural order in order to put himself on top (literally, as master of the Casterly Rock mountain, as well as politically), even stooping to crime to realize his ambition, so Cersei uses unnatural, indeed illegal methods to secure her seizure of power. Cersei upset the expected loyalty and service from squire to the knight he serves by having Lancel assist in Robert’s murder, turning the king’s trust in this relationship against him. (That Lancel was a Lannister like herself may itself create a parallel between Lann loosing a lion on the Casterlys and Cersei loosing a Lannister lion on Robert.) It was Ned who enjoyed, as both regent and Hand, the power to rule in the immediate aftermath of the king’s death, and consequently it was Cersei who orchestrated an illegal military coup to name her legally illegitimate son king. While Cersei certainly did not know about beforehand, or in the moment condone, the murder of Ned at Baelor’s Sept (that was Joffrey’s doing, influenced by Littlefinger), moreover, the crime was nevertheless a gross violation - the murder of a man previously promised clemency, on the sacred ground of the center of the Faith - whose repercussions Cersei is still feeling in the story now.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Arachnids Gotta Stick Together 🕷 | No Way Home Imagine

Contains spoilers for SMNWH

Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Read Part 2 here

Matching headcanon

Pairings: Tom!Peter Parker x Black Widow!reader (Platonic/sibling), slight Andrew!Peter Parker (flirtatious), Tobey!Peter Parker (platonic), MJ Watson (platonic/sibling) Ned Leeds (platonic/sibling)

Content warnings: major fluff, angst, profanity, spoilers for SMNWH, mentions of violence & death (tony, may, nat). Banter. Female reader (she/her pronouns) | 2k+ words unedited.

Premise: After everything thirty-five old Y/n L/n has been through, she thought nothing could surprise her. That is until one day she comes back from a field mission to find her fellow eighteen-year-old avenger mentee and arachnid named superhero is in a heap of trouble. The multiverse is broken, and the former assassin is at a crossroad. Throw in two alternate versions Peter Parkers, five multiversal villains, a missing wizard, and high school students with bad impuse skills and the Black Widow might just ask for a raise.

Let me know if you want a part 2, imagine continues below the cut. I loved writing this so I hope y’all like it.

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“Mr. Parker?” A robotic voice caused all movement in the lab to seize. It was coming from the young Peter Parkers suit, making the taller version of him in a lab coat and older version with goggles on look confused by the sudden interruption. It was late at night, and the three Spider-Men were camped at Middletown High School with a young Ned and MJ trying to put together cures for the multiversal villains causing trouble in NYC.

It had been quite the day for everyone.

Peter (1) threw off his goggles, holding up his wrist in front of him. “Y-Yes, EDITH? Did something happen?” His spidey-senses were tingling, but he couldn’t think straight on what caused it.

“Not yet, Mr. Parker. However, you wanted me to inform you if Agent L/n was in the area and it appears she has just breached the doors of the school and will be arriving to your location in less than ten seconds.”

Well shit.

“O-oh—okay, thank you EDITH!” Panic erupted and the young superhero flipped over the lab table, racing to the opposite side of the room where the door was. “Shit. Shit. Shit.”

The other Spider-Men were startled by the boys reaction, looking to his friends to see they were also displaying terror. “Did his suit just talk to him?” “Who’s Agent L/n and why should we be afraid of her?” They asked simultaneously. MJ started to move, holding up a finger as to say ‘I’ll explain later.’

Her boyfriend heard the questions however, and spewed out, “Someone you don’t want to get angry!” At the last word, the door burst opened nearly off its hinges making Peter (1) halt his movements while the others flinched at the sudden sound. Standing in the doorway, face blank with void of emotion and in her typical Widow attire equipped with taser batons and electric bracelets—making her look hella intimidating—, stands the one and only Y/n L/n; Former Black Widow of the Red Room and Agent of SHIELD.

Peter (1) couldn’t read her expression, the woman was a pro at keeping emotions hidden giving her history as an agent and assassin, and it made him worried. He was aware of the heat she was getting with everything going on in the world, including how her close friend and ally Wanda Maximoff was off the grid toppled with the loss of her sister figure Natasha Romanoff and father/brother figure Tony Stark. Not to mention, the federal government was on her tail for his mess with Mysterio.

Y/n was one of the last original Avengers, having been rescued by Natasha and Clint shortly after the redhead had defected. She’d been there for Loki, for Ultron, the Accords and both battles against Thanos having not blipped with half of the population. The last she saw of Peter before reversing the blip she was 30, now she was 35 and with more baggage to her name. A lot of eyes were on her to see where the Avengers would go, but after restoring the world back to what it was five years prior, Y/n had gone off the grid and rarely came out of the shadows unless the government needed her.

So seeing her standing before him, Peter (1) just knew he was in trouble.

Ignoring the worried and questionable looks from his friends and fellow Spider-Mans, Peter (1) raised his hands and took a step back when Y/n strutted her way into the room. “Y/n—I know you’re angry but before you scream at me or kill me, just please—please let me explain.” Something puzzled him making him pause, “how’d you find us by the way? Oh-oh right,” he scratches the back of his head. “You have a tracker on the suit...”

When she didn’t respond, he took it as a good sign and continued. “I messed up.” No need to sugarcoat it, this was Y/n he was talking to—his closest friend and someone who looked out for him since joining the Avengers in 2016. “I-I messed up badly and when I tried to fix what I did, I messed it up even more. I just—I just wanted the world to forget I was Spider-Man because it was affecting everyone around me—including you! Strange wanted to help, but I messed up his spell and it made those guys come here s-so Strange tried fixing it, but when I found out they died fighting Spider-Man I couldn’t let that happen. I thought if they changed then they could go back home and—and have a different path. But-but,” his eyes started to water, voice cracking as the events of the night played out in his mind.

“But it didn’t go as planned. And now they are doing God knows what and we can get it right this time! We can cure them and then when they go home, they won’t have the powers to cause more harm.” His voice was almost pleading, begging her to understand his reasoning. She still hadn’t said anything and her face was still blank, although he could see her eyes soften. “And please don’t get mad at Ned or Mj they were just trying to help me and I let them so if you’re gonna point the blame at anyone for this mess then do it at me—because I deserve it for all the hurt and pain I’ve caused.” A tear escaped his eyes, but he ignored it.

He stared at the floor, not wanting to meet her eye and see the disappointment in them. “You’ve always been there for me—cleaning up my mess and picking up the pieces. I know I should’ve told you when everything happened. But I just didn’t want you to be disappointed in me, because all I’ve done is let you and Tony down. I didn’t want to do that again. I’m sorry, Y/n.”

There was silence, and Peter (1) felt himself stiffen when he was suddenly pulled into a strong embrace. Y/ns arms were around his shoulders, and Peter (1) automatically wound his around her waist, his head resting against her chest because she was taller than him in her boots. The hug was something he really needed, not realizing it until his hold tightened and silent sobs started to shake from his body. All the emotion he had pent up was being released. Y/ns hand came up to slowly rub circles on his upper back, and Peter could feel the tears seep down his cheeks.

It hit him that Y/n was really the only person besides Ned and Mj he had left. May was gone, as was Tony and his parents. Happy was also there, but none of them had an understanding of him like Y/n. She was like the older sister he always wanted. An Avenger with the power to make the world a better place that made him want to do better. He wanted to make her proud. Having her hold him was overwhelming now that he had lost the last of his family.

She was the closest thing to family now in his eyes.

They just stood there, locked in an embrace while everyone stayed silent around them. It was a moment the boy needed. And although the other Spider-Mans didn’t know of their relation to each other, they could tell by how Peter (1) spoke to the woman that he had an up found respect for her.

Mj and Ned gave each other a look of relief, smiling at the display of the two Avengers. When a few minutes had passed and Peter (1) had calmed down, Y/n gently pulled away and took a tissue from the table to remove the tears from his face. The material was rough on his skin, but the action made him lean into her touch. The boy sniffed, and Y/n lifted his chin so he could look into her eyes.

“Peter,” her voice was soft and comforting, the two men picking up the slight Russian accent she had. “You could never disappoint me. I took on the job of watching over you because like Tony and the team, we’re aware of the risks and sacrifices this life entails. And when you came to us at just barely sixteen—eager to be a hero without really knowing what it’s about—I wanted to be there for you because I didn’t want you ending up like the rest of us. Broken, lost, feeling like the world is out to get you—it’s not a feeling you should have at this age. You should be out having fun like any normal teenager not having to feel the pressure of what being a hero is—the responsibility that comes with it…”

Y/n gently cups his cheeks in her gloved hands, watching his lip quiver. “But unfortunately those fairytales don’t happen to people like us. Because you are Peter Parker—the words friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and an Avenger. No matter how much I try to get you to slow down and take it easy, it won’t happen because there is always going to be someone who needs Spider-Man there to save them. And I’m sorry you had to deal with all of this on your own—and I’m so sorry about May, Peter.”

Her expression is almost enough to send him into another wave of tears, but he holds back when she gently caresses his cheekbone. The gesture bringing him comfort. “You shouldn’t have had to go through that alone, and I’m sorry this night had to be the reason you truly understand the pain and loss that being a hero comes with. But you know what?” She places her hands on her shoulder, leaning down a bit so their eye level. “How you react to this loss is what’s going to define you. And I can already see it because here you are in a lab during the middle of the night trying to fix the work you started on in the first place. You could go get revenge, you could leave them to continue causing a rampage, but you’re not. You still want to help them despite the pain they’ve caused you, and that’s what being a hero is.”

Her lips curl into a soft, sad smile before brining him into another hug, “I’m so proud of you, Peter. Tony and May would be too.” This hug was more meaningful to the young spider than the previous one. He could feel himself smile for the first time in hours, a sense of happiness soaring through him. It brought Peter so much comfort and relief having Y/n say those words to him.

When they pull away, she presses a soft kiss to his forehead by his hairline. She’s careful to avoid the cuts on his face, making a note to clean them up before they leave the lab. “I understand why you didn’t call me,” she then says, her tone taking a more serious scolding approach like an older sibling would do. “But don’t feel like you can’t come to me for anything, Peter. Us arachnids gotta stick together, capeesh?”

The boy nods his head furiously, smiling at the play on nickname of their aliases, “Yes, yes we do.” She ruffled his head, making him whine and step back. The Widow laughed before finally turning her attention to the little group in the back of the lab. There was a mixture of expressions, most of them looking rather happy to see the interaction between the two, although the men in the back were still rather curious about the woman.

Y/ns brows furrowed when she noticed a similar styled suit beneath the ones lab boat. “Wanna introduce me to your new friends, little spider? And explain why one is in a suit like yours and why they both look slightly scared of me.”

Peter (1) lets out an ‘oh!’ Before moving to the back while Y/n slowly follows behind him. “Y/n these are my new friends—uh this is Peter Parker,” he points to lab coat Peter first, “—This is also Peter Parker. They are both Spider-Man and versions of me from other universes and they are here to help—those dudes you saw yeah, well they’ve fought them before. Uh guys,” he then turns to them and lifts his arm to Y/n, whose expression was slightly taken aback by revelation.

“Guys this is my friend and mentor—kinda unofficial adopted older sister when you think about it—uh, Agent Y/n L/n. She’s a Black Widow —well former Black Widow we just call her that still—and former Agent of SHIELD who’s an Avenger. She’s someone who can help us.”

Y/n pats him on the shoulder, moving to where they other Peters stood and extending her hand. “Nice to meet some more fellow arachnids, although you three are technically the same one.” They shake her hand, the older Peter smiling at her gently as he does so.

“Nice to meet you. If you don’t mind me asking,” he looks between Y/n and the young Peter, noticing how on her suit there was a bright red hourglass on the belt. ‘Nice touch’ he thought. “What exactly is a Black Widow? I mean—I know of the female spider black widow, but the way he referred to it about you I take it has a different meaning in this world.”

Before Y/n could open her mouth to explain—in a more vague aspect—the boy beat her to it and started to ramble. “Oh! Black Widows are females who were taking as children to become professional trained and highly tactical assassins that could bring down world governments. They were trained in this super secret operation called the Red Room, but Y/n and her fellow Widow Natasha Romanoff took it down by destroying the whole base—.”

“That’s enough, little spider,” Y/n warns, shooting him a stern look before plastering a smile on her face when she sees the slightly disturbed and anxious expressions the Peters were giving her. They could already guess from her attire she meant business, but that just took a whole other level. “We don’t need to frighten our new friends do we? And I’d rather not get into my complicated past with such little time we have.”

“Oh yeah. Right-right,” he mumbles, ears turning red and moves back to his station. Y/n gives another smile to the two before moving to where the boy was and offering any assistance he needed. While they were waiting on diagnostics, she passed time by projecting a map of the City to see if there was any new developments on the villains.

The device and images had captured the attention of lab coat Peter, the young man coming beside her to get a better look. “Woah,” he breathed out, in awe of what he was seeing. “How’d you do that?” She almost gave him a confused look but then remembered he wasn’t from their world.

“Stark technology,” she explained. “Tony Stark—who was the head of Stark industries and the technological advances for our team developed this in our suits. It was part of his A.I system.” Peter (3) reached out to touch one of the dots on the map, flinching when the action caused it to zoom in and show footage of any cameras in the general area. He let out another ‘wow.’

“That’s so cool,” he smiled, eyes sparkling like a kid in a candy store. “Was that the robot voice in his suit telling us you were coming?” She nodded, smirk forming on her face.

“That was EDITH. And she can do more than just that, Spider.” She didn’t continue, leaving him to wonder about what all could be done by the tiny wristband on her wrist. It was like anything his science geek self could dream off. The technology so advanced it made his web shooters look weak. Not too mention, he was a little flustered by the nickname the woman gave him.

An hour flew by and the group was relieved when all the cures had been completed. They circled around a table, forming a plan that could successfully draw the villains to them. Y/n was between two older Peters when Ned brought over the web cartridges. And when the older Peter showed off his web fluid came from his body rather than artificially designed, she was the only one to not flinch.

Cmon the woman has defeated the Red Room—twice, fought a genocidal alien—twice, and her own teammates. Nothing could surprise this assassin.

When the shock wore off and they were ready to go, Ned announced he had Dr. Strange magic, Y/n suddenly became aware of the sorcerers’ disappearance. “Where is Strange by the way, Peter?” She crosses her arms, eyes narrowed making him shrink back. “You said earlier he was helping you at first, but failed to mention what happened next.”

“Dah-ah-ugh,” he looked at Mj and Ned, both shaking their heads at him to not say anything. But Y/ns gaze was too overpowering. “Umm so-yeah he was helping but when he was about to do the spell I took the box and we—we kinda fought and I kicked his ass and trapped him in the mirror dimension.”

Everyone turned to the former assassin, whose face was neutral making them anxious for her reaction. “You trapped the former Sorcerer Supreme in the mirror dimension.” She repeated, and Peter (1) nodded shyly awaiting for her to yell at him. The woman however surprises him and just lets out a sigh. “Just when I thought I’d heard it all.”

“You’re not mad?….”

“I’m more impressed,” she admitted, looking at the other teenagers beside him. “And you two knew about this?” They nodded. “—knowing what he had planned.” Another nod. “And you went along with it without second guessing it.” They nodded once more, fearing what she was thinking.

Y/n brought her hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “I do not get paid enough for this,” she mumbled, before shaking her head and reaching over the table to form an ‘A’ symbol over their shoulders. “I can’t really keep my eyes on you two if you’re not official members so, welcome to the team.”

Ned gasped turning to Peter (1) while Mj just stared back in shock. “Dude!” “Dude!!” “DUDE!!!”

Y/n shook her head, biting back the smile on her face and observing the muddled expressions of the two Peters beside her. “You boys wanna be initiated as well? Make it official? Might as well because we’re about to go into battle together like we do on any normal day.”

“Make exactly what official?” The older Peter asked a little worried while the tall one nodded excitedly. Y/n ignored the question, saying, “we don’t have time to explain right now, but just know—,” she makes the ‘A’ symbol over his shoulders, before doing the same on lab coat Peter, “—you’re an Avenger.”

Before either of them could ask what that word meant, Ned faced Y/n with an excited grin. “Oh my gosh, Ms. L/n —Widow, ma’am,” he stumbles not knowing what to call her much to her amusement. “Since you’re helping us, does this mean your gonna give these guys the Widows Bite?” Both the Peters look intrigued by the name, waiting for the woman to answer.

“I don’t know if it will really do much to them, Ned,” she brushes it off. “These guys are a little more advanced for my little gimmick.” This made the tall Peter even more curious and asks, ‘What’s the Widows bite? That sounds really cool and badass.’ Y/n thinks for a moment before saying, “I can’t really explain it, more like demonstrate it. But I don’t want to do it to anyone here—-.”

“Oh, c’mon please?” He pleads, eyes wide with wonder. “You can do it to me—I-I don’t mind.”

“It can really hurt you, tall spider.” She warns, but the man is practically bouncing on his feet.

“I’m sure it’s not that bad,” he shrugs, missing how her brows raised in slight offense. “I can handle it alright I’m a big boy.” Y/n glances at her Peter, who was looking rather anxious by the request.

“Uhh, Peter I don’t think that’s a good idea—.” Before the boy could get the words out Y/ns lifting her wrist and a bright red light sends Peter (3) flying to the ground several feet away. His body starts to convulse, grunts leaving his mouth and red sparks are lighting his chest. “Y/n!!” Peter (1) shouts, moving to the fallen Peter. He reaches out to take the electrical wire off but flinches when it sparks his hand.

“Just give it another few seconds,” she tells him, walking over to where they were at—not missing how the older Peter was looking at her with eyes wide. Mj had her hand to her mouth and Ned was trying not to smile at the fact he saw a widows bite up close. When the shock from the electric probes wore off seconds later, the tall Peter rolled to his side catching a deep breath. The pain from the voltage was gone and he could breath again.

Boots filled his vision, and a gloved hand was reaching down. His eyes raised and he say Y/n learning down with a smirk that read, ‘next time, don’t challenge me.’ He knew he should feel angry by what she did, but honestly he couldn’t help but feel slightly aroused. She was a force to be reckoned with, and Peter (3) found himself liking it.

“Y-you,” he finally found his voice, taking her outreached hand in his. “You are an amazing woman.”

Y/n felt herself laughing—finding it amusing he would have that reaction after she just blasted him on his ass. “I know,” she winked at him and tone full of playfulness. The assassin helped him on his feet, removing the now disarmed wires from his shoulders. “Now that we’ve settled that, are we ready to get started?”

Shaking off the events from his head—and slightly uncomfortable feeling seeing the two flirt with each other—Peter (1) runs back to the table. “Alright,” he looks to Mj, “what’s that thing you always say? ‘Expect disappointment and—.”

“No, no, no.” She cuts him off, determination painting her face. “We’re gonna kick some ass.” Y/n smirks, catching her eye and winking to her. Everyone agrees, nodding along although the older Peter couldn’t help but say, “Cure. Cure some ass.”

“Cure that ass,” Ned hums, and Peter (1) smiles turning to Y/n who was looking at him like a proud older sister.

“You’re coming with us right?” He asks with hopeful eyes, and they all wait for her response. She answers by shaking her arms, red glow emitting from the bracelets and face full of perseverance.

“Like I said, Spider. Arachnids gotta stick together.”

[mgparker]

another chance [pt.4]

‘another chance’ [peter parker x reader]

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

summary: a team-up that you would’ve never expected in your wildest dreams leads to teary-eyed confessions in the nurse’s office of Midtown High

warnings: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS, angst ofc, overprotective!peter, fluff, mentions of death, peter in a damn lab coat should be a warning in itself c’mon now, unedited sorry

part one, part two, part three, part five series masterlist

no way home spoilers below the cut, you’ve been warned

May Parker was gone.

It was all you could think about as you and Peter finally sat atop the roof of Midtown High.

Your body had finally calmed down from the adrenaline of the battle; the wounds along your body stung but you didn’t have the heart to care. May Parker was gone, a woman who had been a constant in your life for as long as you could remember.

You thought the pain in your heart couldn’t get any worse, but you were proven wrong when you looked over at her surviving nephew. The look of defeat in Peter’s eyes was heartbreaking.

You wished you had something to say—anything—but nothing would ever suffice.

The fire escape creaked open but both you and Peter remained motionless.

Footsteps approached before MJ and Ned came into sight. Dropping to her knees, MJ embraced Peter tightly. Ned gave you a look of concern, but you quickly nodded him away.

Reunited with the rest of his closest friends, a sob escaped Peter’s wrecked body… followed by another and another until the tears dampened the neck of his suit.

Something in peripheral vision stopped you from joining the hug. You looked up, expecting round two but another sight met you entirely.

It was Peter, suited up and perched on the uppermost part of the school’s building.

Despite the darkness that shadowed your features, Peter would always recognize the silhouette of his girl. In a frenzy of movements, Peter Parker landed in front of you. What had first been relief quickly sizzled into concern. “Y/N, what happened? Tell me what happened—”

His hands reached up to cup your face, a panic surging through his body as he studied the various cuts and bruises littered on your face. Before he could lay a hand on you however, another suited hand pushed you out of his reach. “Hey! Wait, wait, woah!” Your universe’s Peter exclaimed, eyeing the man before you. He couldn’t sense any danger, but he wasn’t willing to lose another person that he cared about.

Another figure landed on the rooftop, a respectable distance away but close enough for you to make out his features. The man was dressed in regular attire—a pair of jeans with an open button-up shirt.

“Sorry about May,” the man held up a hand to show Peter they posed no threat.

The Peter whom you had grown very fond of in the last twenty-four hours nodded along. “Yeah, sorry. I’ve got some understanding of what that’s like—”

“No,” this universe’s Peter cut off your other Peter. Wow this was getting confusing. “Don’t tell me you know what I’m going through. She’s gone and it’s all my fault. She died for nothing. So, I’m gonna do what I should’ve done in the first place.”

He reached for the box in MJ’s hand, determined to end all of this now.

“Peter—” the mysterious man started.

“No, you don’t belong here in the first place. Either of you. So I’m sending you home,” Peter said firmly.

The Peter who had spent all of last night and half of today with you anxiously switched his gaze from the box to you. All he knew is that he couldn’t leave you so soon. Especially in the injured state that you were in.

“Those guys are from your worlds, right? So you deal with it. If they die, if you kill them… that’s on you. It’s not my problem. I don’t care anymore. I’m done.”

It didn’t take a mind reader to know that the Peter you met yesterday was losing his mind, watching you stand so close yet so far away from him. You tried not to feel guilty as you shifted closer to him, knowing that your universe’s Peter could use all the support he could get.

But so could this Pete.

“I’m really sorry that I dragged you into this,” this universe’s Peter continued. “But you have to go home now.”

You did your best not to tune out the conversation at hand, but it was hard when the other Peter grabbed your arms gently. “Are you okay? How did this happen?” Peter ducked his head to meet your gaze.

“Uh—” you found yourself stumbling through your words. “It’s a long story but I’m—I’m okay, I promise.”

Unconvinced, Peter ran his hands along your arms in a comforting matter.

“—it took me a long time to learn how to get through that darkness.” The older Peter finished, your ears only then tuning back in.

Sighing deeply, Peter let go of your arms, shying away from you slightly and facing the other two Peters. “I lost—I lost my—”

Overcome with emotion, Peter cleared his throat roughly. He tried to work through the thickness in his throat as he explained that he had lost his version of you in his world. How he couldn’t save her and that it’ll haunt him for the rest of his life.

You wanted to touch him, grab his hand, do anything to comfort his guilt but you knew it was something he had to get off his chest. “I tried to keep going, tried to keep being that friendly neighborhood Spider-Man because I know that’s what she would’ve wanted but at some point, I just stopped pulling my punches. I got rageful, bitter…” Peter looked over at you, a desperate apology lurking beneath his watery gaze, and you acknowledged it with understanding. “I just don’t want you to end up how I did.”

The Peter from your universe looked between you and the teary-eyed Peter, finally understanding your dynamic. After a moment, your best friend broke into a sob. “I want to kill him, tear him apart... I can still hear her voice in my head. Even after she was hurt, she said to me that we did the right thing. That ‘with great power--’”

“’-- comes great responsibility.” The older Peter finished, his eyes cloudy.

“How’d you know that?”

“Uncle Ben said it,” your Peter (well, uh-- the one from this morning… of course that’s what you meant) grasped your hand.

“The night he died... Maybe she didn’t die for nothing.”

It took some brainstorming, but all three Peters decided that all the supplies they’d need would be easily accessible in the school’s science lab. That’s how you found yourself sitting on a wobbly wooden stool, so close to Peter that his every movement brushed against you.

“Come,” Peter said after slipping on a cwhite lab coat and setting up the supplies at his station. “We gotta take care of that face of yours.”

He held a helping hand out to you and you accepted it, hopping off the stool and following him out the room. “Jeez,” you teased. “Tell me how you really feel.”

Peter rolled his eyes with a smile-- how you were still your witty self even after an intense trauma boggled him. Down the hall, he found the nurse’s office. Rummaging through the supplies in search of rubbing alcohol, Peter tried to calm his racing thoughts.

How could he let this happen? He knew that leaving you was a bad idea. Horrible, Terrible even. He was given another chance-- a chance to keep you safe and happy and healthy and he couldn’t even do that. For God’s sake, it hasn’t even been more than two days! Maybe he was always destined to bring you harm--

“What’s going on in that pretty little mind of yours?” You interrupted.

You had a fond smile on your face, feeling your heart flutter from his clumsiness in finding what he needed to help you. But his actions quickly ceased.

Frowning when he didn’t answer, you approached him slowly. “Peter, this wasn’t your fault.” Still, he didn’t turn around to face you so you placed a careful hand on his back. It rose up and down from the effort of keeping his breathing under control. “I mean, I practically threw myself head first into the danger honestly.”

Your empty laugh irked him. “Why?” Peter turned suddenly. His eyes were a bit watery and you felt a sense of self-hatred for constantly causing him sadness. “Why would you do that, Y/N?”

He seemed to be begging for an answer, though you knew there wasn’t a response that would ease his distress. The wounds on your face killed him. The fact that you had faced danger without him killed him.

Why couldn’t he be good enough for you?

“I did it because my best friend needed help.” There was a sudden flame in your eyes. “And it didn’t even matter. Because he ended up losing the one person he had le--”

The sob that left your mouth caught you by surprise, having creeped up on you out of nowhere. Curling into yourself, you turned away from Peter, ashamed that you were crying in front of him. As if you had any right.

You had to be there for him-- not the other way around.

You died and left him alone, not the other way around.

You’re making this about yourself, you thought bitterly. Stop crying.

Angrily rubbing your eyes, you didn’t notice Peter’s footsteps rushing towards you. “Stop it,” Peter begged, his heart cracking in two. He pulled you into a tight embrace, tucking you into his chest and allowing you to release your pain. “Stop it. You’re allowed to feel.”

If you hadn’t been so self-absorbed in your grief, you would’ve noticed the crack in his voice and the tear that traveled down his cheek. “I loved her, Pete... she was like that--that cool aunt that came over when you were upset and forced you to bake and--and dance around the kitchen and watch those cheesy Hallmark rom-coms… God, I don’t even know who I’d be without her in my life.”

“You’ve known her for a while then?”

“All my life,” you sniffled, tucking your body closer to this. “She would take care of me after school... and invite me for dinner every week because ‘between us girls, I was better than Pete anyway.’” A broken chuckle escaped your lips. Peter smiled too.

Your sniffles filled the air for the next few minutes, the boy allowing you to just get it out. His strong arms encased you in what felt like a warm coccoon. You liked this. It felt good, natural. Almost too good for only having spent two days with him. But it was because Peter was so in tune with your soul, that naturally you both fit together like puzzle pieces.

“Peter isn’t alone,” Peter’s words caused you to scrunch your eyebrows in confusion. “He has MJ and Ned and—and you.”

It pained him to say it, but Peter wasn’t a fool and he tried his best to be as selfless as possible nowadays.

Because it was his selfishness that irreversibly tore you away from him in the first place.

“And that is all a Peter Parker needs.”

You smiled and looked up at him, “yeah?”

Peter was already staring right back at you, love in his gaze. “Yeah.”

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[parkersbliss]

Near-Death Experiences | P. Parker

pairing: tasm!peter x female!reader

warnings: NWH SPOILERS!! so get out if you haven’t seen it. possible slight inaccuracies, still working on memorizing the NWH script

wc; 2.3K

synopsis: The moment Peter Parker stepped through that portal, you knew you were definitely screwed, but it wasn’t supposed to be this bad

a/n: let’s be honest, we are all andrew’s bitches after NWH. and I'm not ashamed.

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“Find Peter Parker,” Ned said, closing his eyes as he drew circles with his pointer and middle finger. You and MJ stand next to him, waiting in anticipation as the sparks begin to fly and an alley opens up in front of you.

“Peter!” You call out. “Peter, over here!”

You and MJ wave your arms frantically, but as he draws closer, it becomes apparently clear that’s not Peter.

But then… why is he in a Spider-Man suit?

He’s way taller than Peter and leaner, for that matter.

“Hi. Hi,” The boy said with a wave. Ned’s Lola throws a pillow at him.

Peter holds his hands up, using one to yank off his mask. “No, no, no. It’s okay. I’m a nice guy.”

Oh, you were so screwed.

His hair falls over his face, and he uses a gloved hand to push back the chestnut curls. He has slight stubble against his sharp jawline and a damn gorgeous smile.

“Who the hell are you?” MJ demands with narrowed eyes.

“I’m Peter Parker.”

There’s a beat of silence, then, “No, you’re not.”

“I am Spider-Man, in my world, but then yesterday. I was...I was just here,” Peter said with a confused frown.

“Well, you’re right about the ‘your world’ part,” You mumble. This was really happening, wasn’t it? There were multiple Peter’s.

“String theory, multidimensional reality, and matter displacement. All real?” Peter asked excitedly.

You nod. “Yeah.”

Peter grins, pumping his fist. “I knew it!”

“This has to be because of the spell,” MJ said, turning to you and Ned.

“The spell? Like, a magic spell?”

“There’s no spell,” Ned said quickly with a laugh. “No spell.”

“Magic’s real here, too?”

“I mean-”

MJ hits Ned, sending him a death glare. “Shut up, Ned.”

Ned opens and closes his mouth, shaking his head. “It’s not real.”

“Shut up.”

“There’s magicians and stuff.”

“Stop talking. Stop.”

You close your eyes, feeling the weight of danger in MJ’s gaze at Ned. He was definitely in for it after this.

“But there’s no, like...”

“Stop.”

“Prove it,” MJ said, facing Peter and slapping a hand over Ned’s mouth.

Peter furrows his brows. “Prove what?”

“That you’re Peter Parker.”

“Guys,” You interrupt, and they all turn to face you. The other boy's gaze burns into you, and you swallow hard. “He does have a suit. I mean, you heard what Dr. Strange said about the multiverse. Those villains were looking for a different Peter.” You gesture wildly to the boy in a spider suit.

“I agree with the pretty girl!” He said, nodding.

Your heart skips a beat at that while MJ just narrows her eyes.

This boy made you putty in his hands, and you had known him all but two minutes. You didn’t know his name. Well, you did, but it feels a bit weird and maybe personal to date someone with the exact same name as your best friend. Or who really is your best friend. Not that you were gonna date him, but you weren’t completely opposed to the idea.

Which was more concerning than anything else.

“Still can’t be sure until he proves it.”

“I don’t carry an ID with me, you know? It kinda defeats the whole anonymous superhero thing.”

In retaliation, MJ tossed a bread roll at Peter. He watches as the bread falls to the floor and lets out a soft chuckle. “Why did you do that?”

His voice is sweet like honey, and his breathless chuckle makes your cheeks heat up. This was ridiculous. You didn’t know him!

“I was seeing if you have the tingle thing.”

“I have the tingle thing, well spidey sense, but for threats not… bread.”

MJ picks up another bread roll, and you snatch it from her hand. “MJ.”

She sighs, lowering her hand with the bread roll. “Crawl around.”

“Crawl around?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

MJ gives him a pointed stare, and he caves.

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

Peter attaches himself to the ceiling on all four, kind of like a frog if you’re being honest, and he holds his mask between his teeth.

“My Lola is asking if you could just get the cobweb there. Since you’re up there,” Ned said, and you let out a strangled breath. Your friends were ridiculous sometimes.

“Sure thing, man,” Peter said, crawling over and swatting it away.

“Thank you,” Lola said when Peter jumps back down. He gives her a smile in return, and she exits the room.

“We good?” Peter asked.

MJ glares at him. “For now.”

“That’s as close to a yes as you’ll get,” You explain, and MJ playfully hits your arm.

Peter chuckles. “I’ll take it.”

“We still haven’t found our Peter. Do you think you can try again?” MJ asked Ned.

He shrugs and does so, closing his eyes and focusing. Another portal opens up, and a man stands at the end.

Ned throws his hands up. “Great, it’s just some random guy.”

The stranger turns around and jogs towards you. “Hello. I hope it’s okay. I just came through this...” He turns around to find the portal closed and frowns. “It just closed.”

And then there were two Peters who have a Peter off. The second one looks less like Spider-Man and more like Peter in casual attire.

“Well, then where is Peter?” MJ shouts frantically, waving the box with the spell in. The panic was evident in her eyes, and you wished you could calm her, but you didn’t know where Peter (your Peter) was either.

“Not you guys,” You said, pointing to the two others. “We should really call you guys something other than Peter.”

“Like what?”

“Peter, Pete, Spidey. Take your pick.”

“Dibs on Spidey!” The first Peter said, or the one you totally had the massive crush on.

“I’ll be Pete,” The other one said. Which oddly suits his calm demeanor.

And that left Peter, too well, Peter.

“I’m so glad we sorted that out,” MJ said sarcastically. “Can we find Peter now?”

“Does he have a favorite spot he goes to?” Spidey asked. “Just to think. Where I’m from, it’s the empire state building.”

You, Ned, and MJ all share a similar look. After everything that had happened in the last year, you knew exactly what Spidey was talking about. Peter did have a place. MJ snaps her fingers. “Yeah, I know exactly where he is.”

…

“So, Spidey, Dr. Connors, huh?” You asked, sliding into the seat next to him.

He bites his lip, holding up his mixture to the light. “It would appear that way, pretty girl.”

“Why do you call me pretty girl?”

Peter chuckles. “Really? You haven’t told me your name. What else am I supposed to call you?”

“Oh,” You said softly. You were absolutely smitten for this guy, and you hadn’t even introduced yourself? Talk about mesmerized. “It’s (Y/N).”

“(Y/N),” Peter repeats. “It suits you.”

“I sure hope so if it’s my name.”

Peter laughs at that, and your heart does a little flutter. He sets his mixture down, capping it. “Tell me more about yourself.”

“About me?”

“Yes, you.”

You flush under his gaze. “Well, um, I’m a sophomore at NYU. I do not possess any crazy abilities, and I’ve only had about three near-death experiences.”

“Only three?” Peter whistles. “Impressive.”

You do a little hair flip. “I know. Thinking it might be four after today.”

“Not if I have anything to do with it,” He replied. You can’t tell if he’s playing along or not, but you sense some sincerity in his voice.

You just smile at him. “What about you?”

“What don’t you know?” He joked, gesturing to the other Peter across the room.

“C’mon, you guys can’t be exactly alike, can you?”

“I suppose we should find out.”

You sit back in your chair, “Well, go on.”

Peter fiddles with his hands, showing the slightest bit of nerves. “Um, I’m a sophomore at MIT. I’ve had too many death experiences to count, and I can stick to walls.”

“Okay, so pretty similar so far.”

“Does your Peter skateboard?”

You shake your head. “Do you?”

“I mean, not too brag, but I’m pretty good at it.”

“You’ll have to show me sometimes.”

Peter deflates at that. “Well, I would…”

“Oh, right,” You said sadly, remembering that Peter didn’t belong here. It was only a matter of time before he went home. This stupid little crush was turning out to be a lot worse.

“Maybe we can figure out a way to I don’t know… visit?” Peter offers.

You perk up at that, hoping you’re not smiling too hard. “I’d really like that.”

“Me too.”

“Okay lovebirds,” MJ announced, clapping her hands. “It’s showtime.”

Peter stands up, and you hand him the serum, brushing fingers. A bolt of electricity shoots through you and judging by his face, him too.

You coughed. “Be safe out there.”

He nods, “You too.”

He steps up with the other Peter’s as Ned opens the portal to the statue and all three race through. You just had to wait until Peter came back with the spell box, and then you could close it. Which didn’t take very long as he tosses it to MJ. The only issue? The portal wouldn’t close.

“You can close it now,” MJ said to Ned.

“I’m trying.”

“Uh, Ned?” You asked as the sparks continued to fly.

“I can do this.”

You shoot MJ a panicked glance before turning back to Ned as you both cheer him on. The sound of fighting is heard on the other side, as well as thuds, bumps, and lots of crashing. Metal against metal scrapes together and the occasional thwip of a web.

And then, a lizard jumps onto your level. All three of you hold your breath, praying he won’t turn around, but as fate would have it…

“Run!” You scream when it leaps towards you all. He chases you around the lab, glass shattering, and the only thing you can do is run back through the portal towards the cure.

You stare straight ahead, ignoring the banging of metal behind you and lethal fall. You can feel Dr. Connors closing in on you all, but then Peter (as in, Peter, Peter) swings in and gives him a hard kick.

“Run!” He shouts at you guys, webbing one of the lizard's hands into place.

You all take off in the same direction, safety in numbers after all, but you can’t get down, so the best you can do is huddle in a corner, away from the chaos.

“So, Spidey, huh?” MJ asked, giving you a wink.

“Is now really the time?” You reply, a little breathless.

“Well, he might not be here much longer. I’m just asking.”

You roll your eyes. “I mean, he’s cute.”

Ned mumbles an agreement at that. “You are painfully single, (Y/N).”

“I am not!” You defend. “MJ said it herself anyway. He’ll be gone soon.”

“All the more reason to shoot your shot,” She said, nudging your shoulder.

“He definitely has it for you,” Ned pitched in. “I called it between MJ and Peter. It’s like I can sense these things like a—”

“Don’t say it.”

“Ned tingle.

“He said it.”

Suddenly, a loud crash shakes the tower, and you crane your neck to see the lizard back, and you can hear the green goblin laughing from above.

“Not this again,” Ned whined.

You don’t think this time. Instead, you just run, and when you look back to check, it’s just you. No sign of MJ and Ned. But maybe that was for the better. At least he couldn’t get all of you at once now. A loud explosion followed by a creaking noise makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You glance up to see the shield being put into place begin to fall, poles coming down with it.

And you were next.

You had to move, but the shield was moving faster, and before you know it, it cuts right past you, and you can feel yourself being thrown into the air.

A shrill scream leaves your lips as you fall.

Near-death experience number four would be the last, and there was no Spidey to save you. Maybe Ned and MJ were right. You should’ve taken the chance to at least kiss him. No harm, no foul. He could’ve been the one that got away. Or maybe it would’ve worked out.

It didn’t matter since you were falling to your death. You reach a hand out as the wind whips your hair into your face, your heart beating so hard you might die of shock before you hit the floor. But then you see him. He’s jumping after you, hand reaching for yours. Would he make it?

You close your eyes, too afraid of the answer.

Then a pair of steady arms grab you, holding you close as you swing to the ground.

“I got you,” He said, pressing his face to your hair. “I got you.”

You pull back only slightly to see an unmasked Spidey. “Peter?”

“I said no near-death experience number four, right?”

“Yeah,” You grinned. “You did.”

And just for the fun of it, you smash your lips onto his, proud to find his hands curling around you tighter as he kisses you back.

“We’ll figure this out, right?” You breathe when he pulls back. It was better than you could’ve expected, but your heart still ached for what you might not have.

“Yeah,” Peter assures, brushing a piece of hair out of your face. “No more near-death experiences for you.”

“And I was just starting to get used to them.”

Peter just laughs, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Threes the magic number.”

“Honestly, I think we could count that as four.”

Peter hums. “Fine, four, but no more than five.”

“Only if you can save me every time.”

“You know I will.”

“I know.”

“Uh, guys! A little help here!”

“Sorry!”

-- END --

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i’ll find you | p.p.

peter parker x fem!reader soulmate au

part 1 of 2

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Summary: This was not how you imagined finding out who your soulmate is.

Words: 4.5k

Warnings:  NO WAY HOME SPOILERS. this is basically a rewrite of no way home, angst, major character death, I tried my best to be as detailed as possible but I only saw nwh once so I had to summarise a lot of it. I hope you like it anyway!!

A/N: Here it is! My first ever full length Peter fic! I’m still a little overwhelmed at how much love the teaser got. I hope you like the whole fic just as much. before you shout at me, I’m planning on writing a part two! Enjoy!!

Feedback is always appreciated ❤️ 

“You know, statistically speaking, most people meet their soulmate at college.” Ned says as he scrolls through his phone. “Are you excited to meet your soulmates? I definitely am.”

You glance at Peter while you rub your forearm. With great power comes great responsibility. Those are the words tattooed on your skin. They have been since you were thirteen. You don’t exactly know what they mean. Only that they mean a lot to your soulmate. Whoever they are. You don’t even know if you’ve met them yet. There’s a chance your soulmate doesn’t even know the words that will have significant meaning to them. Heck, you don’t even know what your soulmate could possibly have written on their arm.

Sometimes you find yourself daydreaming about Peter being your soulmate. He’s your favourite person in the world, and you can’t imagine anyone ever meaning more to you. But if he really was your soulmate, wouldn’t you feel it? Wouldn’t you just know? 

You’ve tried to make the words on his arms make sense to you. Tried to give them meaning for you. But it never worked. I’ll find you. Those are his words. Or rather the words of his soulmate. 

You blink rapidly when Peter runs his hand over his tattoo. You hadn’t even realised you’d been staring at it.

“Yeah,” Peter chuckles, “I’m pretty excited. But who knows when I’ll find them. I just know that I will.” He smiles, and while it makes you happy —seeing him smile always does— it also stings a little, knowing he’ll someday meet someone who’s gonna be his world. But so will you, you have to keep reminding yourself.

“I still think your words are creepy.” Ned tilts his head, “What if your soulmate is actually part of the mob?”

“Ohh a proper enemies to lovers story, with you being Spider-Man and stuff.” You give Peter a playful nudge. “Love me some good tropes.” You force a smile. Peter is about to say something when Ned’s phone gives off a high pitched alert. 

“What the-?” Ned’s eyebrows vanish under his hair. “Dude, that’s not good.” He turns the phone around so both of you can read. 

Spider-Man’s identity revealed!

And right below it is Peter’s yearbook picture. You reach out for him without taking your eyes off Ned’s phone. It’s not just that Peter’s identity is revealed; he’s also being blamed for Mysterio’s death. “Please tell me this isn’t real.” 

“Oh it’s very real.” Peter gets up quickly, his suit wrapping around his body within seconds. “Ned, are you okay getting home alone? I’ll take Y/N home.” 

“Yeah, sure. No problem.” 

You don’t even have time to question Peter before he sweeps you off your feet and swings the two of you off the school’s roof. 

“Peter, what the fuck?” You cling onto him as tightly as you can. Peter has never swung with you before. He’s scared of anyone seeing a connection between Spider-Man and the people he cares about. And being swung around town on a regular basis would definitely count as that. 

You get dizzy and feel a little nauseous, so you decide to close your eyes. This was definitely worse than any roller coaster you’ve ever been on. 

It’s only when you hear the sound of helicopters that you carefully open one eye. “Peter?” 

“What is it?” 

“I think we’re being chased.” 

Peter curses when he notices the helicopters. “Change of plans.” And then your body is jolted in a different direction.

After several questionable manoeuvres from Peter, you climb into his room.

You’re still shaking from what just happened, but you don’t get a moment of rest as May and Happy burst into Peter’s room, alarmed by the commotion the two of you caused. You find yourself in the living room, unable to move as Peter frantically runs around closing the blinds and May and Happy are arguing about something. You’re not sure what, but also, you’re too overwhelmed to listen to them. 

Your eyes are fixed on the TV. The news is on, or maybe some ‘Peter Parker is a Murderer’ special. They must be showing a live feed from one of the helicopters because the picture on the screen is Peter’s apartment building.

“Peter?” You catch his attention, and when he looks at you, you can see the frustration on his face because May and Happy refuse to listen to him. You point at the TV, and that’s when the two adults finally pay attention.

“Is that here?” 

***

Everything that happens after is a whirlwind. You’re interrogated by the Department of Damage Control, but it never really leads to anything. Peter managed to hire a great lawyer to get his charges dropped, and now you, Ned and Peter are waiting to hear from MIT. It’s the only college that hasn’t rejected you yet. When the letter finally arrives, you’re anxiously waiting for Ned and Peter to show up at the bakery you work at. You try to be optimistic, but you’ve heard that acceptance letters are usually much bigger than the small envelope you received.

“Hey.” Peter’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

“Hi.” Both Peter and Ned look as nervous as you feel. “You got it?” As a reply, they both show their letters from MIT.

There are currently no other customers, so you pull your own letter out of the little pocket of your apron. “Let’s do this.” 

The three of you give each other encouraging nods before ripping the letters open.

You’re not surprised but still disappointed when you read yet another rejection. You lift your eyes to look at Peter and shake your head. He mimics your movement. He didn’t get in either. 

“Ned?” He, too, shakes his head. 

“Due to recent events we can’t consider your application at this time.” He sighs. 

“This is stupid.” Peter grumbles, his eyebrows furrowed. “You guys shouldn’t be punished for being friends with me.”

“Don’t beat yourself up about it.” You put the letter back in your apron. “Who knows what it’s good for. MIT is just a college.” A college you have been dreaming of going to for as long as you can remember. The way Peter is looking at you shows that he knows you’re lying.

“I’ll make this right.”

***

Turns out making this right was going straight to Doctor Strange to have him do a spell that makes everyone forget that Peter is Spider-Man. But of course, it wasn’t that easy.

So now ‘visitors’ from other universes are out to get Peter. You can’t really wrap your head around it. Even though it shouldn’t surprise you after you turned into dust for five years, you were not expecting the multiverse to actually be real, let alone the possibility of people from other universes entering yours.

After Peter figured out that all of the people who came into your universe will die after they get back to theirs, he’s determined to do something about it. But Strange wasn’t really a fan of that plan. Now Peter and Strange are nowhere to be seen as you and Ned wait in the Sanctum with these villains still trapped in their cells. 

When Peter comes back, he hands Ned Doctor Strange’s sling ring. 

“Wow.” Ned puts it on and stares at it, fascinated. “You know my grandma always says magic runs in the family.”

“Do you really think this is a good idea?” You turn to Peter. You’re not sure if he’s biting off more than he can chew with this.  

“I think we can save them.” Peter insists. “Here,” He hands you the Machina, an intricate golden box that contains the unstable spell. “Keep this somewhere save. I’m going to try and help these guys. And if I can’t, we’ll push the button, okay?” 

“I don’t know, Peter. These people are dangerous.”

“But they’re gonna die, and it’s gonna be my fault.” 

“It isn’t though! It sounds to me like they already died in their universe.” 

“Do they look dead to you? Look, this is a second chance for them. And it’s my job to help them get their second chance in their universe as well.” 

You’ve always admired Peter’s determination when it comes to giving people a second chance and wanting to save everyone. But sometimes, it causes him to get hurt. He’d rather sacrifice himself than someone else, no matter what they’ve done in the past.

“Please?” He looks at you with his puppy dog eyes, knowing full well you can’t say no to him.

“Fine.” You grumble and take the box from him. “But if anything goes wrong you call me or Ned and we’ll push that button!” 

“Deal.” He smiles, then gives you a kiss on the cheek. You feel your face heat up but ignore it. This is not the time to feel flustered.

***

You end up at Ned’s grandma’s place while Peter takes all of the villains to Happy’s condo, where he’s staying with May at the moment. You don’t have a good feeling about this. You haven’t heard from him in hours. It would be nice if he checked in every now and then, but you know he’s busy.

You bounce your leg up and down and chew on the side of your thumb. You’re a mess. 

“He’s gonna be okay, right?” You turn to look at Ned, and he nods his head.

“Of course. Why wouldn’t he?” Ned tries to reassure you, but the way his voice shakes is indicator enough that he isn’t too sure himself. 

—

While you and Ned wait to hear from Peter, he’s busy fighting the Green Goblin. He should’ve been more careful. He was convinced Norman wanted to better himself. But he got tricked. Again. When would he stop trusting people whose only intention is to deceive him? He knows you’re always worried about him putting himself in danger through stuff like this. But that’s just who he is.

As long as it’s just him that’s getting hurt, he doesn’t care.

But then the Goblin is throwing a green thing in May’s direction, and Peter can’t get to it in time. May gets knocked over as the thing explodes, and Peter’s heart constricts with worry. She’s got to be fine. And when she gets up after the Goblin leaves, Peter is relieved. She’s still in shock, but she seems to be okay. 

“You have to do something Peter.” She says, supporting herself on his shoulder.

“I can’t. And I don’t want to. I don’t care anymore. I’m gonna send them back. It’s too dangerous.”

“You have a gift. You have power. And with great power, there must also come great responsibility.” At her words, a shiver runs down his spine. He’s heard those words before. Seen them written on his best friends forearm. How often had he wished that those words had meaning for him? And now here he is, and May just says them. A grin breaks out on his face despite the severity of the situation.

“What’s the grin for?” May tilts her head. Her voice is a little shaky, so Peter helps her sit down.

“I think I just realised who my soulmate is.” May smiles at the way Peter’s eyes twinkle, and Peter feels hopeful. With you by his side, he can do anything. He always knew that, but now that he knows that you’re each other’s soulmates, it gives him the confidence that everything will be fine. 

“Will you tell me who it is? I’m just gonna close my eyes for a second. Just need to catch my breath,” She closes her eyes, and Peter starts to panic again. That panic gets significantly worse when he finds that she’s bleeding from her side. The bomb must’ve hit her after all. 

“No, May, you need to stay awake. Look at me so I can tell you.” He forces a smile as her eyes flutter open. He takes her face in his hands, tears pooling in his eyes. “It’s Y/N.”

May smiles and whispers your name. 

“Isn’t that funny. All this time and we never knew.” Peter caresses May’s cheeks.

“She’s a lovely girl. I’ve always wanted someone like her to be your person.” Her eyes flutter shut again, and Peter shakes her lightly. 

“May you need to stay awake. We’re gonna have to take you to the hospital.”

“Just need to catch my breath.” 

—

Your eyes are fixed on the screen as the news anchor talks about the fight that went down between Spider-Man and the villains. He talks about people being injured and that at least one person died. And if you were anxious before, it’s tenfold now. 

They didn’t say anything about Peter being hurt, but they don’t know where he is. It’s been a while, and you still haven’t heard from him. Something is definitely wrong. 

“I just wish we could see Peter.” Ned says, and suddenly there’s a spark in the air.

“Say that again.”

“I just wish we could see Peter.” 

There’s the spark again, and a portal opens. You shoot up from your chair when you see Peter standing in an alley. “Peter!” 

Both you and Ned walk up to the circle. “Peter, are you okay?” 

He walks up to you, but something’s not right. His suit looks different. He seems taller.

And then he pulls off his mask.

“You’re not Peter.” 

“I am, but I guess I’m not your Peter.” 

Your mouth drops open. “You’re Peter from another universe?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Prove it.” 

What follows is this alternate version of Peter proving that he is indeed Spider-Man. It takes your mind off your worry for your Peter for a little while. But you still haven’t heard from him.

“We need to find Peter. Can you try that portal thing again, Ned?” 

He does, and it works. Except the man stepping through the portal isn’t your Peter either.

***

With a little help from the two Peters, you get the idea that your Peter is on the school’s roof. It’s his place to think, to get a moment of quiet.

And you’re right. 

Hunched over, head hanging between his shoulders, he’s sitting on the roof where you’d sat not too long ago talking about college and your future. You wish you could go back in time and cherish those final moments of peace.

“Peter!” Both you and Ned run up to him, wrapping him up in a hug. Peter is shaking as he leans against you. You smooth your hand over his wet curls, hoping it’ll give him at least a little consolation.

“She’s gone.” Peter’s voice is barely over a whisper. “May’s gone and it’s my fault.” Your heart breaks at his words. You had a sneaking suspicion that something had happened to May. But you’d never expected her to just be gone. May has been such a fixture in your life. She wasn’t just your best friend’s aunt and guardian. She’s so much more than that. You could always go to her when you had a problem, no matter what it was. She was very much a parental figure for you, too. And now she’s gone. You can only imagine how much Peter is hurting right now. She was the only family he had left.

“It’s not your fault, Peter.” You whisper, tightening your grip on him, afraid he’s going to fall apart if you don’t. You don’t know what happened, but there’s no way it’s Peter’s fault.

“It is. It’s my fault these people are here. I couldn’t fix them. Couldn’t fix my own stupid fucking mistake. And it cost May her life.” He balls his hand into a fist.

“We can still fix it!” Ned says, squeezing Peter’s shoulder. 

“How? Happy’s apartment blew up, there are four villains on the loose that need to be cured or sent home. I can’t fight them alone. And there’s no way I’m letting you guys help me fight them.”

“Well, we’ve got a solution for that.” Ned smiles, and you force the corners of your mouth to lift as well.

“What do you mean?” 

And as if on cue, and to be honest, they probably heard you, the two other Peter’s show up on the roof.

Peter snaps into action immediately, ready to fight. But he visibly falters when he sees one of the Peters is wearing a Spider-Man suit. 

“Hey, Peter. I’m sorry about what happened. I know—“

“Don’t tell me you know how I feel. Because you don’t!” Peter spits out, and you rest your hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. At first, he tenses up, but then his shoulders sack a little. He’s exhausted from all of this, and you wish you could lift some of the weight off his shoulders.

“She died for nothing, and it’s my fault. And I have to do something.” He turns to look at you for a second. “She told me that with great power–” 

“Comes great responsibility.” You almost don’t hear the other Peter completing the sentence. And you don’t hear them continue to talk. All you can hear is the blood rushing through your veins. Your heart starts hammering in your chest, and there’s a funny feeling in your stomach.  

Your grip on Peter’s shoulder tightens, causing him to look at you. The corner of his mouth kicks up into a small smile, and he nods his head almost imperceptibly. All you wanna do is throw your arms around him, give him a hug and celebrate the fact that your best friend is your soulmate. 

The person you’d always wished to be your soulmate. 

But now is not the time. There are more important things to do. You’ve got the rest of your life to spend with Peter. You can figure all of this out after curing the villains and sending them back to their respective universes. So you opt to reach for Peter’s hand and give it a squeeze. He reciprocates the action, causing you to be hopeful for what’s to come. You can do this. Together. 

***

Somehow all of you managed to make the remaining cures for the villains without losing your minds. It was weird to have three Peter Parkers around. Every time you or Ned wanted to get Peter’s attention, all of them lifted their head and replied in unison. If the situation wasn’t so serious, it’d be funny. 

Peter called into the daily bugle and made a public announcement that he’d be waiting for the villains at the statue of liberty. Now they just had to wait until they showed up. You and Ned are still at school, ready to hand the cures through the portal that Ned opened with the sling ring. You don’t know why Ned is such a natural at using that thing, but he did mention that his grandma says there’s magic running in the family. 

And for a little while, it seems like your plan is working perfectly. But then Ned is unable to close the portal again, and the two of you end up in the middle of the whole mess, running around the scaffolding of the statue of liberty, trying not to get killed. You never envied Peter for what he had to deal with regularly. But being with him in this situation made you worry for him even more. 

And then suddenly, there’s no ground beneath your feet, and you’re falling. You don’t know how he reacted so quickly, but Peter is there, reaching for your hand, and you’re so close to being saved when the Green Goblin comes out of nowhere and pushes Peter away. 

“Peter!” You call out, convinced that this is it. This is how you die. You close your eyes, bracing for impact. But it doesn’t come.

When you’re not falling anymore, you slowly peel your eyes open and see one of the other Peters, the younger one, looking at you with tears in his eyes.

“Are you okay?” He asks. He’s holding on to you tightly, one arm behind your back the other around your legs.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You whisper, still in shock at what happened. You expect Peter to let you down, but he’s just staring at you, trying his best not to cry. “Are you okay?” 

“Yes. Yes! I’m okay. Find somewhere safe. I need to get back to….” He points his thumb behind him. 

“Of course! Good luck.” 

You manage to find Ned and the two of you stay in a relatively safe spot away from the action. Only Norman is left to be cured, and he’s on the other side of the statue with the Peters. You have no idea what’s going on; you just hope everything will be fine in the end.

“Doctor Strange is here by the way.” Ned says, “I had to give the ring back.” 

“Aw, damn. But it’s probably for the best. Who knows what else you would’ve accidentally done with that thing.” 

Ned weighs his head from side to side. “You’re probably right. It was pretty badass though.” 

“Definitely.” You start chewing on the side of your thumb, needing an outlet for all the nervous energy.

“So… you and Peter, huh?” Ned raises his eyebrows, and you feel your face heat up.

You can’t stop the smile from spreading over your face. “Yeah.” 

“That’s really cool.” 

“I’m glad you think so. I can’t believe we’ve been friends for all this time and didn’t know. I always thought you’d feel it.”

“You can’t tell me you haven’t been harbouring feelings for Peter for years.” Ned tilts his head. “The way you two always look at each other… I honestly would’ve been surprised if someday you’d meet someone else who ended up being your soulmate.”

“Really?” Your eyes are wide. Maybe your feelings towards Peter hadn’t been one-sided like you always thought. It would make sense now that you know you’re each other’s person.

Ned nods, “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks.” You nudge his arm. “You’ll find yours, too.” 

You’re suddenly aware that it’s a lot quieter than before.

“Do you think it’s over?” Ned asks, speaking your thoughts. 

“I hope so. I wanna get out of here.” 

After what feels like an eternity but might have only been minutes, Peter, your Peter, lands in front of you. And you’re so relieved that he’s fine. Of course, he’s beaten and bruised, but he’s in one piece. Tears spring to your eyes when you see him looking at you with his soft eyes.

“Is it over?” You ask just in case, and Peter nods before stepping closer to you.

“Yeah.” He takes your face between his hands, the suit’s material rough on your skin, but you don’t care. And then he leans in and kisses you. You’re overwhelmed with all of the feelings that are rushing through you simultaneously. You’re nervous, excited, relieved, scared… but most of all, you’re happy. Happy to be in his arms, happy that he’s okay. Alive.

“We should’ve done that sooner.” Peter whispers after he pulls away just a fraction.

“Yeah, we should’ve. But we’ve got a lifetime to do more of this.” You smile, resting your hand against his cheek, trying not to touch any of his wounds. You expect him to smile brightly, agreeing with you. But instead, he leans into your touch before placing a kiss on your palm and then he smiles sadly, new tears shimmering in his eyes.

He pushes a strand of hair out of your face, licks his lips and sighs. “We won’t.” 

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll forget about me.” He turns to look at Ned. “All of you.” 

“What? Why?” Ned, who’d been giving you some privacy, walks closer now. 

“In order to keep more people from different universes coming here everyone needs to forget who Peter Parker is. It’s going to be like I never existed.” 

“But you did! You do! Peter, this can’t be the only way! I can’t loose you! I just found you!” 

“You’ve always had me Y/N.” There’s that sad smile again, and you hate it. You were supposed to walk away from this with your soulmate, ready to start your future together. Not forget about him completely.

“I love you, Peter.” 

“I love you, too. So much.” A tear escapes his eye, and you catch it with your thumb. 

“Promise me you’ll find me and we’ll start over.”

“I’ll find you.” Both of you let out a little laugh. Finally, the words on his arm make sense. You just wish it didn’t have to be like this. “I promise.” He runs his thumb over your jaw before leaning in again to give you another kiss. A final kiss. You’re sure your face is covered in tears, but you don’t care. You bask in the feeling of his lips on yours; even if you won’t remember it in the morning, you have to savour this moment.

When Peter lets go of you to say his goodbye to Ned, you wrap your arms around yourself, already feeling his absence. This was not how today was supposed to end.

“I’ll find you.” 

Those are the last words he says to you before he swings away. 

***

“Hey Ned, you ready?”

This morning you had a letter from MIT waiting for you on the kitchen table, and after checking in with your best friend, you found out that he got one as well. You’re standing by his locker now, letter in hand, as he pulls his out of his backpack.

“Ready.” 

You both take a deep breath and, on the count of three, open your letters. It’s quiet for a couple of seconds while you read over the words, the hustle and bustle of the other students just white noise that moves into the background further with every word you read.

Dear Y/N,

On behalf of the Admissions Committee, it is my pleasure to offer your admission to the MIT class of 2028!

Your eyes snap up to look at Ned, and he’s already looking at you. You can tell from the expression on his face that he got in, too. You’re going to MIT with your best friend! You grab each other’s shoulders and start shouting in excitement, other students looking at your weirdly. 

“We just got into MIT! Nothing to see here! Nothing out of the ordinary!” You laugh in excitement.

When you’ve calmed down, you slowly make your way to class.

“Did you know that, statistically speaking, most people meet their soulmate at college?” Ned asks as you round the corner that leads to the science classrooms.

“Yeah, I feel like you’ve mentioned that before.” You run your hand over the words on your forearms. You’re more than curious to find out what they mean.

TO BE CONTINUED

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[americancowgirl19]

Take A Chance

Summary: When a secret organization threatens one of the last people you care about you jump into action. Their trail leads you right to Hell’s Kitchen where you find the one you’re destined to be with.

Warnings: angst, violence, death, slightly depressive thoughts, little fluff

Reader: Female Vampire Reader

Pairings: Platonic Peter Parker x Reader, Matt Murdock x Reader

A/n: So, I envisioned this as an older Tom Holland Peter Parker that ignores the fact that nobody is supposed to remember him and he’s happily in college with MJ and Ned. I’ve only seen like 5 episodes of Daredevil but have read a lot of fan fictions so hopefully this is good. This isn’t in a specific season but he does have his daredevil outfit. Now that this is out and if people like it I can make up other works that are fluffier and more domestic. It can be between her and peter, her and Matt, or all the dynamic between all three of them. Let me know!

Masterlist

“Hello, Peter,” You greet when the boy opens the door. Only he’s not a boy anymore. He’s entering his twenties now but to you he’ll always be the child you looked after when he first arrived in Queens, New York. You had known and briefly worked with his parents. After their untimely death you vowed to look after not only him but his aunt and uncle, both of whom quickly became like family to you after meeting them. You had failed in protecting Ben but you refused to fail May and Peter. So, you stuck closer to the Parkers to the point where it was well known to everyone that they were under your protection. Only the suicidal went against those under your protection.

“Hey!” Peter greeted gleefully with an undertone of nervousness. You ignored the scent of anxiety lingering around him and pulled him into a tight hug. “I’m glad you came,” He muttered.

“Of course I came,” You whisper, threading your fingers through his brunette hair. You hadn’t been in the city for the last few weeks taking care of something but now you were back and you sensed something had happened while you were away. However, Peter and May both seemed fine so whatever had happened couldn’t have been that dire.

“Are you going to let her in or hog her in the doorway?” MJ asks, standing behind Peter with her arms crossed. You smirk stepping away from Peter to greet his soulmate. He had met her in high school and you had approved very quickly. “Do something different with your hair?” She asks, instantly noticing the different style. “I like it,” She compliments before embracing you just as tightly as Peter had.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” You reply, giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek before stepping away from her. “So, what have you two gotten yourselves into this time?” You ask not wanting to beat around the bush.

“Whaaat?” Peter asks, rubbing the back of his neck. You send him a look that clearly states that you won’t believe whatever excuse he’s cocked up in his mind. “We just wanted to invite you over for some dinner,” He says trying his luck anyway. “Right, babe?”

When you glance at MJ you notice she’s giving Peter a similar look. She knew nothing could get past you therefore it was fruitless to even try. It amused the both of you that Peter still hadn’t gotten that through his thick skull yet.

“Just tell her Pete,” MJ exasperates. You notice the worn down look in her eyes and become even more curious. When you look back to Peter you notice him holding onto his nervous grin before finally giving up the charade.

“I messed up,” He admits. “Big time,”

“It wasn’t your fault,” MJ comforts gravitating to his side. You watch her pull Peter close and rub his chest. He kisses her forehead and breathes her in. The two of them share a short tender moment.

You force your eyes to look elsewhere. You were happy for them, truly you were. However, you hated soulmates in general. For mortals finding your soulmate was rare but full of potential. You could raise a family together, live and create memories together. For mortals you knew you could grow old with your perfect match and when the time ended it would eventually end for the both of you.

You weren’t mortal. You haven’t been mortal for centuries. An uncommon fact about soulmates that most mortals either didn’t know or didn’t believe in was the fact that not one soul is perfect for you. You can have multiple soulmates, multiple second chances. When you and your soulmate meet the first words they say to you are tattooed somewhere on your body.

You had a phrase on your arm when you were mortal. When you met them you felt as if your life was perfect and complete. You fell head over heels for him and he for you. Then your mortality was ripped from you the same night his life was taken from him. When you awoke and he didn’t you were shattered. The fact that your heart was in pieces didn’t help you come to terms that you were no longer human but a monster of the night.

You hated your new life. You couldn’t walk in the sun, you didn’t age, and you had this hunger that you could never satisfy. You were a murderous monster with no humanity, haunted by the words of your dead soulmate on the inside of your arm.

Then something happened that you would never expect. Whilst in the middle of a slaughter you felt something. Something you’ve felt before. The sensation of a soulmark embroidering into your skin. The feeling knocked you out of your murderous haze. Your senses cleared and your eyes flickered to your stomach. You lifted your tattered shirt and saw the mark. A second later you heard the voice. A man was begging you for mercy.

Before you knew what was happening you had taken him away from the carnage. It wouldn’t be until a month later that he figured out you were his soulmate. You hadn’t spoken to him before, too feral to form a coherent sentence. When it happened, when you spoke to him, he tried to escape you but you wouldn’t let him. He was the key to regaining control over your life and you were too selfish to let him go.

Love came eventually but the love the two of you shared ended up being his downfall. You had him for a short few years before the village you had called home turned on the two of you. They had figured out you were the monster that killed in the night. They murdered him to get to you. Just like that you were thrown back into your feral rage and slaughtered everyone.

As the years passed you continued to have another chance at a happy life with your mate. None of them gave you your happily ever after. Some died of natural causes others you failed to protect. Eventually you stopped giving your mates a chance. If you found them you’d keep your mouth shut and you would run to the other side of the world knowing that they’d be better off without you.

By now your body was riddled with phrases. Words of the dead. Words that haunted you decade after decade. Despite knowing that their lives were better off without you didn’t mean your life was better off without them. You didn’t know your mates but you missed them. You had known what it was like to be loved, touched, and cared for. You missed it and craved it but always deprived yourself of such pleasantries.

“He got into some trouble while stopping a burglary last week,” MJ stated breaking you from your spiraling mind. You blinked and returned to the present. “The burglary was a trap for Peter,”

“They tried to take me but I got away,” Peter further explained.

“Who?” You questioned. They give you the name of a well known business that specializes in science and genetics. “Have they tried again?”

“No,” Peter shakes his head and opens his mouth to continue but MJ steps in.

“Which I thought was weird,” She says. “According to Peter they put up a really good fight and they were more than prepared for him but when he escapes they just let it go?”

“It is suspicious,” You agree quietly.

“So, Ned and I did some digging,” MJ continues. “They let it go because they already have a sample of his blood,” You tense your eyes shifting to Peter who looks sheepish.

“A company known for being shifty that specializes in genetics has a sample of your blood?” You ask slowly. He lets out a nervous laugh accompanied with a shrug.

“I know it’s bad!” Peter jumped in defense. “And I tried to get the sample back and destroy the research but I haven’t been able to find them. It’s like they just disappeared,” Peter’s voice drowns out under your intimidating glare.

“And why haven’t you come to me sooner?” You ask. “You know I would have come back the instant-“

“I know!” Peter snipped. In that brief moment you could see the stress of the situation weighing on his shoulders. It lasts for a moment before his shoulders slump and he runs a hand through his hair. “I wanted to fix this myself. I thought I could do this… on my own,” Peter mumbles.

“And normally you can,” You say. “Peter you’re extremely intelligent and capable of handling a lot of situations but this isn’t like anything you’ve come across before. These people, they’re not just scientists. They’re extremists and will do anything to upgrade the human body. They want to take humans and evolve them to the next level but we’re not ready for that, not as a whole, but they don’t care. This isn’t something you can or should handle alone. You should have came to me the instant you figured out who you were dealing with,”

“Well, to be honest, we didn’t understand the gravity of the situation,” MJ says diplomatically. “We just thought they were another Oscorp,”

“No, darlings, this isn’t just another Oscorp,” You tell them. MJ and Peter share a concerned look.

“Ok,” Peter whispers, nodding. “What do we do now? How do we handle this?” He asks readying to set everything right.

“What you’re going to do is lay low. No Spider-Man and no undercover bullshit. You stay here, you go to college, and you be normal until I get back,” You say waking toward the door.

“I can help!” Peter says following you.

“No,” You say quickly. “You’re going to stay here with MJ, stay out of the public eye, and wait for my word that everything is alright.” You tell him sternly. Peter frowns lowering his head. You sigh walking up to him. “I’m glad you safe Peter but let me handle this,” You tell him giving him a soft forehead kiss. “Make sure he doesn’t do anything stupid,” You point to MJ.

“That’s a full time job,” MJ jokes.

“You should be an expert by now,” You wink at her. Peter huffs crossing his arms. You ruffle his hair before leaving their apartment.

It didn’t take long to track down Peter’s blood. You’ve dealt with this group before and because of that you found them predictable. However, by the time you found them the damage was done. The scientists had analyzed his blood and had created the first string of serums with it. The first batch was already finished and shipped. You were surprised by the speed of progress but you knew they weren’t stupid. You knew that they knew trouble was coming their way. Besides, anyone who gave Spider-Man more trouble than he could handle ended up on a milk carton. They weren’t naive enough to believe they’d be spared of your wrath thus pushing up their timelines to get the serum out before you got involved.

After a brief and totally ‘harmless’ interrogation you followed the serum to another part of New York. You were in Hell’s Kitchen for less than a day before you met the so called Devildevil. You had been staking out a gang that had the serum and was trying to sell it like some common drug in a back alley. Atop a building across from you the Devil was perched.

You decided to ignore him for the moment. Your eyes went back to the drug deal. The instant the serum was revealed you jumped down from the building landing silently in the shadows. You moved with precision and the speed to remain unseen to the human eye. When you attacked you picked them off one by one. They panicked but couldn’t see you.

Once everyone was taken care of except for the person holding the case with the serum you emerged from the shadows. You heard his heart lurch at the sight of you causing you to smirk. Before you could move forward you heard a landing behind you. You sensed it was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen. You continued to ignore him and walked towards the case.

“What are you and what are you doing in my city?” The Devil asked forcing you to stop in your tracks. The sensation appeared the moment his question was finished. A familiar warmth spread throughout your body immediately followed by dread. You hand lifted and slipped inside your shirt to run across the mark tattooed along your collarbone. Your head tilted when you felt bumps. Braille.

You kept your mouth shut. You didn’t say a word and continued towards the man. The Devil didn’t like that, not at all. He rushed towards you and you evaded all of his attacks. You continued to dance around him not attempting to fight back but not allowing a punch to land on you. Only when you noticed your target trying to slip away did you snap.

You hand made contact with the Devil’s chest sending him flying into the concrete wall. You winced as his groan reached your ears. You hadn’t meant to be so rough, you just needed him to move away.

“I’m sorry,” You whispered to him without realizing what you were doing. “But you need to stay out of my way,” You tell him before tracking down your target leaving the Devil behind.

That night you took you care of your target and the serum. The fight wasn’t over. You knew they still had his blood and weren’t naive enough to believe this was the only case of serum available. As much as you knew you needed to leave Hell’s Kitchen you knew you still had work to do. All you had to do was avoid the Devil.

It was easy enough. Hell’s Kitchen is a big place. Daredevil had other duties to attend too allowing you to work without interruption. However, just because you’re that lucky, the man himself finds you moments before you’re about to infiltrate the base of operations.

“You never answered my question,” He says, coming to your side but leaving a safe distance between the two of you.

“What I am is irrelevant and what I’m doing won’t matter soon,” You tell him. “Give me an hour and I’ll be out of your city. You’ll never see nor hear from me again,” His head turns towards you. “I meant what I said, stay out of my way,” You tell him before dropping off the roof and to the ground.

You stalked towards the building loving the sent of fear radiating off of the men in front. They recognized you. They were waiting but it didn’t matter. Nothing was going to stop you. Especially not these pathetic men with their useless guns.

You stop when their guns raise to aim at you. You were planning on toying with them but the Devil had other plans. He drops down between them. You watch as he disarms them. They try to put up a fight but he has them groaning on the ground within seconds. You don’t even notice the smirk that’s made it onto your lips.

“No killing,” He says and you laugh.

“Killings in my nature, love,” You tell him. “If it makes you uncomfortable then run along. Trust me, I can handle this. I’m a big girl,” You reassure him. Your hand pats his shoulder as you pass him. You enter the building and the Devil follows you in.

People instantly start to scream and run. You allow the more innocent people to slip by you. Together, you and the Devil begin to fight your way towards the labs. Despite never having fought together before the two of you work as a team. It’s effortless. You know his next move and adapt to pace. His senses are able to follow you and allows you to lead him through the building.

“They’re gone,” He notes as the two of you entered the empty lab. You focus on your hearing and can hear them evacuating in the garage.

“They haven’t gone far,” You whisper walking around the lab. In their haste to leave they left behind important documents. “What are your… reservations on arson?” You ask, your eyes returning to him. He smirks a bit. “I’ll meet you in the garage,” He nods and leaves you to your destructiveness.

You take a moment to watch the fire take over the lab before speeding toward the garage. When you arrive you see the Devil has succeeded in stopping the convoy of vans from leaving the parking lot. However, it wasn’t without help.

“Oh my Gd, you’re the Daredevil! That’s so cool! I’ve heard all about you on the news. It’s so cool to meet someone else protecting New York. We’re like the Guardians of New York or something!” An annoyingly familiar voice reaches your ears.

“And you are?” Daredevil asks, standing tensely.

“Oh! Right, sorry, I’m-“

“Spider-Man,” You interrupt him. Both heads turn towards you. “You’re supposed to be in Queens, Spider-Boy,” You snip walking towards them. He lets out a nervous huff.

“Uh, yeah,” He nods, rubbing the back of his neck. “You were gone for a while, thought you might need some help,” He says shrugging.

“I told you to lay low,” You growled. “No Spider-Man until I had the situation under control,” You stated, your voice growing harder.

“I know, I know! But I can help! See! I stopped the cars with Daredevil. I’m helping! Look, this is all my fault and you can’t just expect me to stand down and let you handle everything. I’m not a kid anymore. You can trust me,” Peter exasperates. You pinch the bridge of your nose and breathe slowly.

“I didn’t tell you to stay away because I didn’t trust you,” You explain slowly. “I know you’re not a kid and you know I normally let you handle problems on your own but this is different,”

“I know you said these guys were bad but-“

“But nothing!” You snap. “I told you to stay away because if you came with me there was a chance they could take you from me. If they captured you they’d have unlimited access to your blood along with hair samples, skin samples, even bone marrow. Can you imagine what they can do with all of the information they can gather from you?” Peter hangs his head guiltily. “I do trust you but I thought you trusted me,” Peter’s head whips towards him.

“I do-,”

“Then let. Me. Handle. This,” You say slowly. “I’m almost done but I have to focus. I can’t if I have to worry about you as well,” Peter sighs. “Go back home and I’ll see you in a couple of days,” You promise.

“Fine,” He whispers. “I’m sorry,” He mutters turning to leave but you speed in front of him.

“I trust you Peter, I just want you safe,” You whisper to him. He launches at you. You reciprocate the hug as tightly as he can handle. “Trust me,”

“I do,” Peter reassures. “Hurry home,” He says before pulling away. “It was nice meeting you, Daredevil,” Peter waves. The Devil nods in his direction before Peter slings away.

“Boyfriend?” He asks with an undertone of jealousy. You laugh softly at him.

“More like an adoptive son,” You tell him. His shoulders visibly relax. “I’ve known and looked after him since he was a kid,” You further explain hoping it’ll help him relax more.

“He does trust you,” He says,

“I know, he just doesn’t like sitting on the sidelines. But in this instance-“

“It’s safer for him,” The Devil finishes for you. You hum softly.

“Exactly,” You respond walking over to the convoy. Most of the men were knocked out and who wasn’t was trapped in Peter’s web. “You’re against me killing,” You state. “It makes you uncomfortable,”

“There’s other ways to handle this,” He says. You shake your head.

“I’ve dealt with them before,” You snarled glaring at the lot of them. “You leave them for the police and they escape justice. These people are to dangerous to trust the corrupted system,” You tell him. “I should have killed them decades ago,” You whisper to yourself.

“I’ll make sure they see justice. They won’t see the light of day but their deaths will not be by your hand,” He says confidently.

“Yes, they will,” You snapped. You move forward but his hand wraps around your arm. You look at it before looking up to his mask. “If they live they won’t stop going after him. I will not subject Pe-Spider-Man to that paranoia,”

“I need you to trust in me,” He says.

“I don’t know you,” You snapped. “And I don’t trust you. Not with his life,”

“Give me a chance. I’ll make sure they’re so tightly locked up everyone will forget them. They’ll never be heard of again but death is too easy. Let them pay for their crimes,” He begs. You snarl but he doesn’t flinch.

“If even one of them walks, I’ll slaughter every last one of them,” You promise before disappearing into the night.

The arrest was all over the news. You paid close attention to the trial. Nelson and Murdock were their defending lawyers. You were tempted to threaten them into throwing away the case but it seems like you didn’t have too. Despite the prestige reviews of the law firm it seemed as if they weren’t even trying. No, they were trying. Trying to help the prosecutors convict their clients. It was subtle but you could see that the two of them arranged their words to help the prosecutors case.

Them helping put their clients in jail made you curious. You’ve never seen anything like it. Only when you stalked the two at night did everything come together. Mathew Murdock wasn’t just a lawyer.

When the trial ended every last one of them got one of two verdicts; the death penalty or life without the possibility of parole. The Devil had kept his promise.

You knew it was time to leave Hell’s Kitchen. You had been in contact with Peter but you knew he was eager for you to return home. You had everything packed but there was something holding you back. What it was wasn’t exactly a mystery.

“How’d you find me?” You ask, sensing the Devil perched outside your window.

“I’ll always find you,” He says. He enters the room uninvited but you don’t complain. “Even if you try to leave,”

“Try?” You ask, turning to him. “Are you going to stop me?” He doesn’t stop walking until he’s right in front of you. “It’s better if I leave,”

“For who?” He asks. You don’t respond but he gets the answer in your silence. “I’m more than capable of handling myself, I’m a big boy,” He whispers. You couldn’t stop the smile from coming to your lips.

“I know,” You whisper, lifting you hand. He senses it coming towards him but stays still. Your fingers graze across his cheek and along his jawline. “But I bring nothing but death and that isn’t something you want,” You say withdrawing your hand. You freeze when his hand snatches your wrist to keep you from moving too far.

“Death is inevitable but-“

“Not for me,” You tell him. “I’ve been alive for so long that death isn’t an option for me anymore,” ‘not that I haven’t tried’ you continue in your mind. “I’ll live and everyone around me will die. Whether it’s today, tomorrow, or five centuries from now. I remain, everyone leaves,” You explain. “It’s better if I leave,”

“I don’t want you too,” He whispers. “You trusted me before and I’m asking you to do it again,”

“This is too much,” You tell him. Your eyes flicker to his hand around your wrist. His leather covered thumb gently caresses the inside of your wrist. He moves your hand back to his cheek. “I kill to survive, I kill for my pleasure,”

“You kill to sustain your hunger,” He tells you. Your head tilts. “I’ve looked into you,” he smirks.

“Of course you did,” You let out a small laugh.

“I know what you are and I know why you’re here… And I want you to stay,” He says. You flinch lightly when his other hand lifts. He slows his movement but continues until he’s caressing your jaw. “Stay with me,”

“This always ends with your death and my misery,” You whisper to him. “I can’t go through this anymore. There’s no relief from the pain, no escape,”

“You give me a chance and I’ll surprise you,” He promises. You hum turning your head into his touch to kiss the palm of his hand.

“And how will you do that?” You ask.

“Stick around and you’ll find out,” He whispers, smirking cheekily. His hand moves to grip your chin. “I’ll make you happy. I’ll chase away the pain. I’ll give you what you need,” His head softly rests against yours. “I just need a chance,”

READ MATT’S PERSPECTIVE HERE

[dameronology]

a matter of time (tasm! peter parker) - 3/5

three: what's left of the world if you're not in it?

summary: peter parker has barely gotten over losing you and getting dragged into another universe where you’re still alive and kicking isn’t about to help the case. thanks to an ultimatum from stephen strange, peter has just a matter of days to make you realise who he is and what you had, or he faces losing you all over again. he better get to work. (playlist + masterlist) - this uses she/her pronouns

warnings; mentions of loss/death, swearing, no way home spoilers,

i uploaded this earlier but it wasn't showing up in the tags & it was stressing me out i'm sorry lol

- jazz

The New York skyline would always take Peter's breath away.

A tangle of lights and buildings, bridges and roads and lives, millions of existences intertwined into one sight; a metropolis of history and the unknown that was to come. It stretched off for miles, the sky pink above the skyscrapers as the day rolled out and the evening began to make its way in. If Peter squinted enough, he could have sworn that he could see the top of the Empire State building brushing against the clouds.

You couldn't help but look at him, admiring the way the peachy sky and evening sunset caught the lighter hues in his eyes. They weren't completely brown, you'd noticed now; they had flecks of gold and black, barely noticeable but completely there. Perhaps it was weird for you to stand here, balanced atop the Statue of Liberty, staring so intensely at the man who was your lover from a past life.

Peter's eyes flickered over to you and he gave you a smile.

You were perched on the edge of the scaffolding, legs dangling back and forth; the wind swept softly through your hair, the cool breeze barely calming the nerves that were building in your stomach. You couldn't tell what was causing it - Peter Parker, or the fact he was about to go into battle with his two brothers.

"So, how many bad guys are we expecting?" you asked. "Four?"

"Like...more than one. Multiple. Many."

"Comforting," you muttered under your breath.

He gave you a lopsided smile. "C'mon, don't start getting anxious now."

"I can't help it," you murmured.

It was weird to think that ten hours ago, you hadn't known Peter; you'd never seen him before, never heard of him and no matter how many strangers you saw, you couldn't have fathomed his face in your mind. It was like a weird sense of deja now, like an old friend you'd known in pre-school or a stranger you'd stared at for too long on the bus. It was strange, because you could recall every single detail on his face - the laughter lines etched into his eyes, the little scars flecked across his forehead - even though you barely knew him. There was an odd sense of familiarity in the faded smell of his aftershave (Invictus by Paco Rabanne, though you didn't know how you could recall that oddly specific fact) and hearing his coarse laugh felt like finally remembering the lyrics to a long-forgotten song.

"Hey," Peter reached a hand out to your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. "We're gonna be fine."

"Yeah," you gave him a breathy smile.

"Besides, you over-saw us making all these antidotes so they must work, right?"

"Don't flatter me, Parker."

"Oh, it just comes naturally," he grinned. "We've got this, okay?"

You knew he was right - and Youth Pastor Parker had it too, and so did Baby Parker. If anyone in the world had it, it was them. You trusted all three of them, but especially your Peter.

"I know," you said. "You'll do great."

"And are we still down to...pull that thread after?"

You smiled. "That's the worst pick up line ever- but sure I am. I have a few theories already."

Grabbing your jacket, you slung it over your shoulders. You stood up and reached out a hand to Peter, helping him up too. He looked confused for a second, but when you looked over at Ned's portal, he put two-and-two together in his head. It was time for you to go.

"Your best friends are gonna be here soon," you said - you reached into your pocket and pressed an earpiece into his hand. "I have to get back but you're all hooked up to the lab's comms system. If anything - and I mean anything - starts to go south, you let me know, yeah?"

"Do the villains turning up count as thing's going south?"

You groaned. "Peter."

"Okay, I got it, I got it! No jokes," he couldn't help but laugh.

"I'm serious. Don't do anything stupid."

"I promise," he gave you a little shove back towards Ned's portal. "Now go! I got some saving ass to do."

You began to back away, giving Peter a little smile as you did - then you paused, rushing back towards him. Your hands grabbed his shoulders and you pulled him towards you; the quick kiss on his cheek was just a small action, but he almost immediately went bright red. Then you wrapped your arms around his waist and pulled him into a tight hug.

"Don't do a me."

"A you?"

"Don't die."

Peter's body went a little stiff beneath your embrace; you'd always had a knack for coping through humour. It was the same reason you'd practically avoided Peter for an entire week after his Uncle Ben passed - he'd had to practically hunt you down and beg for you to crack a few ill-timed jokes. It was the only thing that kept him sane through that entire thing. You were the only thing keeping him insane - then and now, in his memories. The thought of you was at the forefront of every he did. No matter the timeline he was in, or who he was fighting, or where he was. He did it all for you, now and then, forever and always.

"Hey," Peter pulled back from your hug, taking your face in his hands as a flash of lightning hit the sky. "I think the bad guys are here now but I will see you later, okay? Trust me."

Glancing up at the sky, you gave him a knowing look. "I trust you."

You backed away again, not breaking eye contact until you practically fell through the portal. Ned and MJ barely stepped aside in time for you to fall in on your ass.

MJ stuck out a hand to help you out. She was in a similar boat to you with her own Spiderman - except they were in an established relationship and you know...she knew who her boyfriend was. You didn't have of that. You'd just taken your own Peter's word that you were lovers in a past life. He had the picture to prove it but even without, you trusted him.

There was another flash of lightning, and Baby Parker threw the box containing the spell; MJ caught it with ease.

"Got it!" She called. "Quick, close it."

"Good luck, Spidermans!" Ned yelled. "I'm gonna close the door...the portal now."

You and MJ both took a deep breath, preparing to see both of your Spideys disappear - but they didn't. Instead, you were still face-to-face with the Statue of Liberty.

"Hey, Ned," you asked nervously. "Why isn't the portal closing?"

"Performance anxiety?" MJ suggested. "Have you closed portals before?"

"No, I mean...I've opened some, but always close on their own."

"Ned," you said cautiously. "Do you know how?"

"I don't know!" he exclaimed. "I'm trying but it's not working. The ring won't work-"

"- guess we have front row seats then," you muttered.

You grabbed both the teenagers by the shirts, shoving them behind a metal table. Ned tripped and fell to the floor and MJ grabbed two stools, shoving the chairs on either of side of them as further lines of protection. No guesses on which one was prepared for battle.

"Stay down," you ordered.

"What are you doing?" Ned asked. "Shouldn't you be getting down too?"

"Nope," you replied. "Someone needs to be the first line of defense-"

"- with all due respect, shouldn't it be me because I have the ring-"

"- with all due respect," you mockingly said back, "you can't even close the portal."

The most pressing issue for you was that there was quite literally nothing stopping any of the villains from just...coming through the portal. If one of the Peters saw then they could probably help but hell, they looked kinda busy now that the Sand Dude (you'd never learnt his name) had appeared.

Another blast of lightning hit the room; it threw cracks up the wall and blew the furniture everywhere. The tables protecting MJ and Ned had gone askew too.

"Right," you muttered. "New plan. Find anything pointy and pray that none of those guys comes towards us."

They both jumped up, running off to respective corners of the room in search of weapons.

You leant down and pulled your pen knife out your boot - you always kept it there. You couldn't remember why, but -

It was winter, 2015. Queens was frozen over with snow and ice, plunged into a freezing cold metropolis. It had plunged the MTA into chaos and the traffic on the bridge was backed up into the suburbs. It would have taken hours to get to college, assuming you could even find the motivation to get out of bed.

"Peter," you murmured. You gave his shoulder a shake. "Pete."

He was passed out beside you, leg thrown over yours and arms clinging onto your waist. Peter hated mornings - even more, he hated leaving you.

"Gmghrrr."

"That's not a word, Parker," you prodded his face. "C'mon, babe, we have to get up-"

"- no we don't."

"Yes, we do."

He lifted up his head, brown hair comically sticking up in a thousand different directions. "It's below freezing out there. I ain't going anywhere."

You rolled your eyes, but couldn't resist a smile. "If you say so."

"I do say so."

Peter pulled you back down towards him, grip even tighter now. Aunt May had left for work already, so she wouldn't know that you were both skipping. She'd blame Peter for it, anyways. You were far too good of an influence in her eyes to ever suggest such a thing.

"That reminds me," Peter suddenly sat up. "I got you an anniversary present."

"Our anniversary isn't for another six months."

"Okay fine," he huffed. "It's a regular present then, but you never seem to accept those."

Peter reached into his bedside table, pulling out a pen knife. It was red, with peculiar drawings on it - when he brought it closer, you realised he'd drawn lopsided little spiders on it with black and blue Sharpie. He pressed it into your hand with a smile.

"Now, small knives aren't a personal weakness of mine and you know I'll always be

there to save you but...just in case, here's a weapon," he grinned. "It's not that hard to use. Just violently wave it around at your attacker."

You let out a small laugh, pressing a kiss to his jaw. "Thank you, Pete. I love it."

"It's very portable too, see?" he continued. "I was gonna get you a machete but I figured you couldn't keep it in your bag. It might look a bit suspicious."

"I'll treasure it forever," you joked. "I love you, Parker."

"I love you too."

You weren’t from this world. You never had been.

Remembering hit you like a tonne of bricks, falling and falling onto your back until you were crushed into the ground. It felt like they'd gone straight through your body and into the pit of your stomach, an antidote soaring through your veins and right up to your brain. You could only describe it as the worst migraine ever but also the most grounding moment of your life.

You fell to the floor, chest heaving and heart pounding. A million memories had just been thrust back into your brain and now, you were forced to find room. It wasn't just the past you had back either - it was the feelings that came with. Love, grief, anger, joy, nervousness. Most of them closely associated with Peter Parker, your love for whom had just hit you like a fucking lorry.

It was weird for someone to be a stranger one second and then to be somebody you loved the next. It had been there for the last day, teetering at the back of your brain since the moment you saw him - now, it had consumed it completely. Taken over your frontal lobe and attacked every part of your nervous system with something that was so familiar and yet, entirely strange.

"(Name)?" Ned gently asked. He stuck out a hand and gently pulled you up. "Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

"I'm good - thank you, though," you forced a smile. "I just hit my - oh fuck, there's a giant lizard coming towards us."

You stumbled up - almost tripping over again, naturally - and leapt over the table.

The three of you barely made it to the other side of the room before Connors caught up, throwing aside everything in his path. He made a reach a Ned but you managed to pull him aside just in time. You were just about cornered now, so the only way out was through the portal and towards more danger.

"Hey guys!" Baby Parker suddenly swung through. "You should probably run!"

"Yeah, no shit!" MJ yelled back.

"I'll distract him - go!"

You jumped and sprinted back across the room. MJ was still holding the tiny magic box and you noted then that she was probably better at keeping it safe than anyone else. Ned was, well, Ned and you were too sidetracked by the sudden revelation that you'd life a whole other life and...yeah, maybe get into that later.

Leaping out, you caught your balance on the scaffolding and continued to run. You skidded around the corner, almost crashing into one of the Peters.

"Hey!" you grabbed him by shoulders. "Youth Pastor-"

"- it's Peter Two now," he corrected you. "Less syllables, you know?"

"Is it less if you have to explain - wait, not relevant," you stopped your rambling. Points for self control. "How's it going?"

"Well, it's going."

"Brilliant," you muttered. "Ned couldn't close the portal and the only way to escape Connors was to go through it."

The scaffolding shook; you and Peter Two both turned around to see Max Dillon slowly rising above the statue. Well, shit.

"You should probably go deal with that," you said. "Have you seen Peter?"

"Which one?"

"My one."

"Yeah, he's-"

"- I'm right here."

You let out a scream as a web yanked you backwards; you flew through the hair, hitting somebody with a fuck and an oof. Peter (your one, now) wrapped an arm around you and pulled you to his torso, holding you with ease as you swung round the Statue of Liberty. You peered up at him, eyes barely focused on the blurred skyline behind you.

He was amazing.

"I remember."

Peter's brow creased, gaze still focused ahead of you. "What do you remember?"

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"Yeah, everything."

He shot a web out to the top of the statue, feet firmly landing on of the scaffolding. He gently placed you down and pulled up his mask, eyes creased with confusion.

"When you say everything, do you mean-"

"- all of it," you cut him off. "Miss Mills' math class, Coney Island, your Aunt May, the time I broke my nose trying to use your skateboard, when you told me you loved me on top of the Empire State building. It's all there, every second of it."

"How...how did you make yourself remember?" he gently took your face in his hands, thumbs ghosting across your face.

"I found that pen knife in my shoe," you smiled. "I've kept it there for years and I never stopped to remember why, then I did and it was just...it was fucking weird, Pete. It was like this massive gap in my memory just closed up and - I love you. I'm in love with you and that's the thing that that hit me first, and maybe I've known it this whole time, I just didn't remember and maybe that's why you seemed so familiar but one second you were a stranger and then I was like oh my god I love him and-"

Peter finally kissed you; he let go of your face, one hand holding your back and the other tangling your fingers together. It felt like time had stopped around you and in that moment, nothing else mattered. The villains a few floors below you were irrelevant, as was the fact that the sky was literally cracking open. You didn't care about anything other than Peter Parker and now you knew that's how it had always been.

His trepidation when you'd met that morning made sense now; the longing glances and distance looks all added up and the equation was finally complete. The only thing unnerving him now was that you hadn’t mentioned your final moments, nor the fact he hadn’t caught you all those years ago.

A blast of lightning hit the scaffolding again - Peter instinctively grabbed you, holding you to his chest.

"I love you," he said. "I love you so much and I always had this whole speech in my head in case we ever met again and - I'll remember it, I promise, but first I have to deal with these guys."

"Of course."

Peter wrapped an arm around you again, swinging back down to where Ned & M.J were standing. Peter One had seemingly chased off Connors - god knew where - and in the time that you had been having your moment, Flint Marko had seemingly been cured. You could find no other logical explanation for why Peter Two was covered in sand.

“I love you,” Peter said again. “I’ll see you when this is all over.”

“I know,” you gave him a smile. “I love you too.”

Ned and M.J both gave you perplexed looks.

“It’s…” you trailed off. “It’s a long story. I’ll explain later but now, we need to find somewhere safe for that stupid box.”

“Ned, can you…” Michelle trailed off, mimicking a portal hand-action. “Do the thing?”

“I don’t know if I can do the thing,” Ned nervously said.

“Please, you need to do the thing,” you begged.

“I’ve forgotten how to do the thing!”

“Ned!” M.J snapped. “Do the thing!”

“Fine!”

He closed his eyes to focus for a second and tried to create a portal; for the first few seconds, there were just yellow sparks, but the more he concentrated, the more defined they became. They eventually formed a full circle and just as M.J went to throw the cube into it, a longer slender leg stuck out. The three of you all jumped back, preparing to attack whoever was making an appearance.

Stepehn Strange. You’d kind of forgotten about him.

“Hey, boss,” you awkwardly greeted him.

“Where is he?” Strange demanded.

“Wait, Mr…Doctor Strange, sir,” Ned stuck out his hands. “Peter’s plan is working!”

“What plan?”

“He’s curing them!” you said. “Octavius and Flint are already done, and Peter - not the one you know, but I’ll get into that - is about to deal with Dillon.”

Stephen huffed, glancing at Ned. “Did you just open a portal?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Mmm.”

“Stephen, you should go and find Parker,” you said. “I’ll look after these two-”

“- I need the box,” Strange cut you off. “Everyone needs to go back to their own universes.”

“The villains, yeah, I get it-”

“- no, everyone,” he cut you off. “Whoever else has turned up needs to go back to their own worlds or they risk causing havoc in this one.”

Your mouth went dry - you knew what that meant. Peter had to go back too, even though you’d just got him back. It was like he was the final piece in your puzzle - y’know, if the puzzle was on fire and none of the pieces fit together, bar for the ones that were you and him. You weren’t about to back-out when things were finally starting to make sense.

“You can’t do that,” you said. “Send everyone back but just please keep-”

“- there are no exceptions,” Stephen cut you off.

You took a deep breath, finally putting two-and-two together. If Stephen knew everything as he claimed then he knew you weren’t from this world. He knew that you had memories of another one.

“Stephen, I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For this,” you muttered.

You launched yourself right at him, chest hitting his and throwing him to the ground. He was taken aback for a moment - mostly at how brawny you were - so it wasn’t hard to grab his wrists and pin them to the ground. The fact he’d been dangling above the Grand Canyon for twelve hours had also made him a little dizzy, and that was only working in your favour.

“Ned, grab the ring!”

“What?!”

“Just grab the-”

Stephen managed to elbow you off him, throwing you across the scaffolding. You hit the railings with a fuck, just about getting your balance again.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

“I’m not from this universe and you know it!” you yelled.

His face fell. “Look, that’s-”

“- no!” you cut him off. “How long have you known?”

“Since you got here,” he admitted. “I wasn’t as good back then with magic as I was now. I couldn’t send you back so I…I integrated you into this universe. Fabricated your memories, your family, everything.”

“How could you?” you spat. “You took everything from me and I just got it back. I’m not letting that happen again.”

Stephen sighed. “You’re part of this universe now. There’s nothing I can do.”

“There must be-”

“- now is not the time for this!” he cut you off. “I have to go and find Parker.”

Strange brushed you off, cape helping him to move off of the scaffolding to where the Peters were. You leant over, eyes following him to all the action was happening. A green smoke had filled the air now and you couldn’t see Connors anywhere; a sigh of relief escaped your lips as you realised he’d been cured too. That was four out of five now.

You leant against the railing, stopping for a minute to catch your breath. It had been a very, very long day.

“Have we won?” Ned asked. “It kind of feels like we-”

Talk about speaking too soon.

The sound of Norman Osbourne’s laughter filled the air - not Norman, even. Green Goblin.

He threw four pumpkin bombs towards the statue, pausing on his board to witness the oncoming damage. Octavious caught four - fuck yeah for retribution - and the Goblin’s face fell. It was cute that anyone thought that was going to stop him.

You saw his face light up again - Octavious had missed one. It landed just a few feet away from you and before you could even warn the others, a blast of heat and smoke filled your vision. The structure beneath you completely jolted and the railings you’d been leaning against collapsed-

- Falling. You were falling.

The world passed you in a blur, Manhattan reduced to nothing but a vortex as you soared downwards. It felt a little bit fucked that this was how things had to go, but hey. You’d had a good life - you’d almost got your doctorate, and you’d found Peter again.

Peter. He was the only thing you could think about as you plunged - nothing in particular, just…all of him. How perfect he was, in his own way. How much he cared, and he’d do anything for you, in this world and every world-

You closed your eyes and prepared for impact but it never came.

Instead, a hand wrapped around yours and pulled you into his chest; you immediately knew who it was, but you could barely open your eyes, even though he’d webbed you both to the Liberty’s arm. He swung you both gently to the ground, clinging onto you for dear life.

Peter steadied you both on the ground and you finally opened your eyes. He looked down at you, brown eyes watery and lips trembling. He was crying. Why was he crying? Had you died and not realised?

“Hey,” you hopped out his arms, feet hitting the ground as you took his face in your hands. “I’m alive. I’m good. You caught me.”

“I did,” his voice wavered as he spoke. “I did catch you.”

He might as well have been twenty years old again, stood in an alleyway over your lifeless body and begging every god there was for you to just open your fucking eyes. Peter could still hear the sirens, even now. He could still remember the unbearable pain in his chest as he gave you one last kiss on the forehead, before laying you down and swinging away in pursuit of the man who had distracted him from saving you. It hadn’t taken long for him to realise that he was the reason you’d fallen - nobody else. Just him.

It didn’t feel right that he’d gotten a do-over - even though he’d just healed every villain from his time without hesitation, Peter still didn’t feel like he deserved one himself.

“Are you okay?” he asked quietly.

“Yeah, I’m good,” you softly smiled. “I’m good.”

Peter pulled you back into his chest, pressing a kiss to your head. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” you frowned. “You caught me, dumb-ass. You saved me.”

Yeah, this time.

“Do you remember how you died before?”

You shook your head. “No. I’ve got all the memories but…they’re a jumble. I need to sit down and work it out.”

He let out a sigh of relief; it was something Peter wanted to tell you himself. You deserved that much, even if it meant that you turned against him completely. He couldn’t be with you wholly even if you didn’t know the full and entire truth.

“I moved worlds, Pete,” you gently said. “I’m the same person that died in your world, right? And it doesn’t make sense, like at all, but whatever happens, I’m gonna make sure we stay together.”

His grip on you tightened. “Me too. I promise.”

You smiled, pressing another kiss to his lips. No matter what happened, you weren’t going anywhere without him - even if it meant kicking Stephen Strange’s ass.

[book-place]

A Not so First Meeting

Pairings: Peter Parker x sister reader

Warnings: NWH spoilers, mentions of character death, let me know if I missed any :)

Summary: Two people bumped into each other, one of them doesn’t know the other person. But the other missed them more than anything

*not my gif*

A/N: It’s kinda rushed- sorry

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You hurried down a busy street in the city of Queens and did everything in your power not to drop the stack of textbooks in your arms.

You let out a huff of annoyance as people left and right kept bumping into you and continued to walk without a care or even bother apologizing.

Truth was you had a very hard week. You had lost your aunt for a reason unknown to you. You had repeatedly asked, screamed, and begged for the police or somebody, anybody, to tell you what happened to her. But they couldn’t tell you, because they didn’t know either.

Happy had been there for you the entire time, letting you cry and scream to your heart's desire. And never once making you feel like you were now alone.

You never had any siblings or cousins, and your parents were dead, so now you were the last person alive with Parker blood.

You were too busy looking down at your tilting tower of books that you didn’t even realize that there was a person right in front of you, until you ran right into them.

You let out a little ‘oof’ as you fell backwards, arms flying into the air and dropping your textbooks all over.

-•-

Peter glumly walked down the busy streets of his home city of Queens with his hands stuffed into his pockets.

May was gone and everyone that he ever cared about forgot that he existed. Happy, MJ, Ned, Strange… even you. His sister.

If there was one person out of that whole list of people he would want to remember. It would be you.

You were the first one to find out about him being Spiderman, and completely supported him from the beginning. You would help patch him up after a rough night and would be there to cover for him if anyone started questioning his strange disappearances.

He honestly didn’t know how he could continue on without you. You were his rock. You would cheer him up after a hard day or even just be there to listen to him rant.

Of course within this past week he wanted to check up on you, but he didn’t know where you were. And that was slowly killing him from the inside.

He had just checked your favorite coffee place, the library that you studied in, where you would work on the weekends, some of your favorite shops, and even a grocery store you had gone to a total of one time.

He had even asked for you at some of those places, but they all claimed that they had never heard of you.

How much of your life had been impacted by simply forgetting about your brother?

All that he wanted to do was check up on you. Make sure you were ok. Even if you had no idea who he was.

He was too busy looking down at the ground in sadness as he walked that he didn’t even realize that he was about to walk right into a person until it was too late.

He looked up in surprise, barely even stumbling from the impact and opened his mouth immediately to apologize when he was met with the sight of the last person he expected to see. You.

His mouth snapped closed and his eyes went wide, watching as you muttered a small curse before crawling around to pick up your dropped textbooks.

He quickly came to his senses and bent down to pick up the scattered books, unable to mutter out a single one of the million thoughts that were running through his head.

He looked up to see you already standing, looking down at him with an indecipherable expression, holding the books that you had.

Quickly standing up, he was finally able to say something, “Sorry about that.”

You sighed, taking the books out of his arms and into yours, “It’s fine, no worries.”

He noticed your expression, “Hard day?”

“Hard week.” You said with an unamused chuckle.

“I get it.” You had no idea just how much he got it.

You sighed again, “Okay, well I have to go. Thanks for picking up my books.” You looked around and let out a dry chuckle again, “Most people would have just kept walking.”

“Glad to help.” He answered honestly.

He watched as you walked away, checking to make sure you were okay.

From one glance it was obvious you hadn’t been getting a lot of sleep, there were dark circles under your eyes. But besides that you looked healthy.

Then, standing there on the street, he came to a realization.

You might be better off without him.

No longer did you have to stay up late every single night waiting with worry for him to come home.

You didn't have to take extra time to make his lunch for school anymore, knowing that he would forget to make it.

You weren’t always going to be in danger now because of who he chose to be.

And now you didn’t have to worry about trying to take notes in class for him while he was practically falling asleep on the desk because he had stayed out all night being Spiderman.

It’s not like he ever asked you to do those things. Not once had he ever expected you to. But you did because you cared and loved him very much.

And no matter how much he would miss you now, he thought that you would now be okay. Better off, even if it was just a little bit.

With that he turned around and continued walking down the street, a small smile on his face, knowing that no matter what had happened this past week, his sister was at least okay and safe… for now.

[vivacissimx]

Arya Stark & Deathlessness

Arya's connection to deathless characters—those who inhabit a liminal existence between life and death—is a theme of ongoing significance throughout ASOIAF.

In AGOT, Arya is compared to Lyanna Stark, whose deathless qualities I'll speak more on. In ACOK, she is closely entangled with Jaqen H'ghar, a Faceless Man who strives to reinstate a life-death balance that Arya has upset. In ASOS, she meets Beric Dondarrion, who is slowly transitioning from man to wight, as well as the Ghost of High Heart, who connects Arya to past & forthcoming death. Arya also plays a part in resurrecting Catelyn/Lady Stoneheart. In AFFC, she enters the House of Black & White, an underworld where life and death are exchanged. In ADWD, the deathless character is Arya Stark herself, the night wolf.

I. A Game of Thrones: Lyanna Stark

Lyanna Stark is a pre-series character whose memory haunts the narrative in multiple places. Our intro to her is in AGOT Eddard I, when Ned takes Robert into the crypts so as to pay respects. Once there, Robert says she should have been buried elsewhere, "on a hill somewhere, under a fruit tree, with the sun and clouds above her and the rain to wash her clean." As he sinks into the past, Ned rebuffs Robert, telling him that the crypts are where she wanted to be buried. Fifteen years after her death, her grave is a site of defiance. Her voice rings in Ned's ears even as she's surrounded by the imagery of death (her statue in the crypts, the dead flowers she clutches).

The crypts, and Lyanna within them, flicker between one world and the next. Ned is one of several characters who senses this.

He could feel the chill coming up the stairs, a cold breath from deep within the earth.

-

The Lords of Winterfell watched them pass. Their likenesses were carved into the stones that sealed the tombs. In long rows they sat, blind eyes staring out into eternal darkness, while great stone direwolves curled round their feet. The shifting shadows made the stone figures seem to stir as the living passed by.

-

"Lord Eddard Stark, I would name you the Hand of the King." [...] The echoes rang through the darkness, and all around them the dead of Winterfell seemed to watch with cold and disapproving eyes.

-

For a moment Eddard Stark was filled with a terrible sense of foreboding. This was his place, here in the north. He looked at the stone figures all around them, breathed deep in the chill silence of the crypt. He could feel the eyes of the dead. They were all listening, he knew. And winter was coming. [AGOT, Eddard I]

Winterfell's crypts⁠—and eventually Winterfell itself, after being burnt down⁠—represent an underworld. It's where Robert offers Ned the office that will lead to his death, the office Ned feels as though he's being warned away from accepting by the dead (including Lyanna).

Ned ultimately doesn't heed that foreboding. Similarly, when Arya comes to him telling him of Varys and Illyrio's meeting witnessed in yet another dark place full of dead things, Ned can't make sense of it.

"Well, I didn't mean to. I was down in the dungeons, only they turned into this tunnel. It was all dark, and I didn't have a torch or a candle to see by, so I had to follow. I couldn't go back the way I came on account of the monsters. Father, they were talking about killing you! Not the monsters, the two men. They didn't see me, I was being still as stone and quiet as a shadow, but I heard them. They said you had a book and a bastard and if one Hand could die, why not a second? Is that the book? Jon's the bastard, I bet." [AGOT, Arya III]

Arya disappears in the chaos after Robert dies, just as Lyanna once slipped away. A father attempts to save their child. A sadistic king executes Lord Stark. That's when the story really starts.

II. A Clash of Kings: Jaqen H'Ghar

For a moment Arya stood uncertain, not knowing which way to go. Death was all around her. [ACOK, Arya IV]

In ACOK, Arya saves three prisoners from death & is gifted three lives to pay back the Red God, who is R'hllor. Faceless Men worship the Many-Faced God, so you might say it's strange that Jaqen specifically devotes these deaths to that deity. GRRM addressed this in a 2012 SSM:

Jaqen refers to the Red God, and elsewhere to the god of fire. Is he referring to R'hllor? When we see Arya being educated by the Faceless Men, R'hllor doesn't seem to be particularly important to them.

(George thinks for a moment) Well, remember when Jaqen names him: he had very nearly burned to death recently...

Interesting, because R'hllor & resurrection will soon come into play for Arya. During her time spent with Jaqen in Harrenhal, Arya borrows the power over life & death from the Many-Faced God, a power people aren't supposed to have, as we learn later. It isn't the last time she does this.

He laid a finger on her lips. "Three lives you shall have of me. No more, no less. Three and we are done. So a girl must ponder." [ACOK, Arya VII]

"All men must die. We are but death's instruments, not death himself. When you slew the singer, you took god's powers on yourself. We kill men, but we do not presume to judge them. Do you understand?"

No, she thought. "Yes," she said. [ADWD, The Blind Girl]

Arya names herself the Ghost in Harrenhal while she wields this power, though once Jaqen declares the debt paid she reverts back to feeling powerless. But a ghost of what? What is Arya a ghost of? Not of Harren and his sons, surely. For that matter, what is Jon's direwolf Ghost a ghost of? In Jon's case we know there is an unspeakable secret in his life (as in, literally, Ned will not speak of it) in the matter of his mother's identity. Yes, Jon is haunted by something such that wherever he goes, a Ghost follows. Or didn't Lyanna's bones follow him to Winterfell? Don't the crypts of Winterfell invade his dreams?

There is something unspeakable in Arya's story too: the deaths she has yet to claim. In the time between her giving Jaqen a name and Jaqen taking a life, three lives linger in her hands, just waiting to be snuffed out.

III. A Storm of Swords: Beric Dondarrion, the Ghost of High Heart, & Lady Stoneheart

We meet R'hllor early on, getting into the dark gritty parts of fire magic with Davos and Melisandre throughout ACOK. However, the Red Priest that Arya encounters is Thoros⁠—a far less dangerous practitioner. Arya's conception of fire magic isn't one of belief or disbelief; she's disappointed when Thoros tells her that he can't bring Ned back, she watches as Sandor wins a trial she knows he should have lost, and she pities the Hound when he's crying out for help after being burned.

It was not me who raised him, my lady. It was the Lord. R'hllor is not done with him yet. Life is warmth, and warmth is fire, and fire is God's and God's alone." [ASOS, Arya VII]

"Fire consumes." Lord Beric stood behind them, and there was something in his voice that silenced Thoros at once. "It consumes, and when it is done there is nothing left. Nothing."

-

She cackled again. "Look in your fires, pink priest, and you will see. Not now, though, not here, you'll see nothing here. This place belongs to the old gods still... they linger here as I do, shrunken and feeble but not yet dead. Nor do they love the flames. For the oak recalls the acorn, the acorn dreams the oak, the stump lives in them both. And they remember when the First Men came with fire in their fists." [ASOS, Arya VIII]

Fire consumes. This repels the Old Gods that represent milleniums of memory connected the land, the Old Gods to whom the Ghost of High Heart belongs. The Ghost of High Heart is repelled by Arya as well, despite Arya's established connection to the Old Gods/the North. Perhaps this is because of the upcoming Red Wedding and Arya's connection to dragging Catelyn's corpse out of the water. Indeed, the Ghost confuses Beric's scent (who gives Catelyn the kiss of life) with Arya's, and speaks of grief connected to the decimation of a family (Summerhall where the Targaryens died), so I'm inclined to this interpretation myself.

"I see you," she whispered. "I see you, wolf child. Blood child. I thought it was the lord who smelled of death..." She began to sob, her little body shaking. "You are cruel to come to my hill, cruel. I gorged on grief at Summerhall, I need none of yours. Begone from here, dark heart. Begone!" [ASOS, Arya VIII]

Later, Arya is with Sandor when she comes across Gregor's men, the killing of whom she participates in. Arya is with Sandor when he's begging for death, and she denies him that.

Two names off of her list yet one dies & one lives by Arya's hands—if before Arya stood in proximity to the power over life and death, observed it in motion, now she's beginning to wield it herself.

Arya stepped away from him. "You don't deserve the gift of mercy." [ASOS, Arya XIII]

"We never give the gift [of mercy] to please ourselves. Nor do we choose the ones we kill. We are but servants of the God of Many Faces." [ADWD, the Ugly Little Girl

I use this framing because it brings Arya in line with Bran, who in ADWD commits several of the acts forbidden to wargs unknowingly. He eats a human Coldhands feeds him and wargs into Hodor, while Arya breaks the code of the HoBaW before ever stepping foot in it. Both of them gently undoing a balance.

And then, she enters the Underworld.

IV. A Feast for Crows: The House of Black & White

In Greek mythology, Charon is the boatman who ferries souls across the River Styx in exchange for payment. At the end of ASOS, Arya uses the coin Jaqen gave her to pay the captain to cross her over the Narrow Sea.

She patted Needle's hilt for luck and plunged into the shadows, taking the steps two at a time so no one could ever say she'd been afraid.

At the top she found a set of carved wooden doors twelve feet high. The left-hand door was made of weirwood pale as bone, the right of gleaming ebony. In their center was a carved moon face; ebony on the weirwood side, weirwood on the ebony. The look of it reminded her somehow of the heart tree in the godswood at Winterfell. The doors are watching me, she thought. She pushed upon both doors at once with the flat of her gloved hands, but neither one would budge. Locked and barred. "Let me in, you stupid," she said. "I crossed the narrow sea." She made a fist and pounded. "Jaqen told me to come. I have the iron coin." She pulled it from her pouch and held it up. "See? Valar morghulis." [AFFC, Arya I]

Here, Arya is surrounded by death. Every morning she counts bodies and strips them of their possessions. Lives and deaths are exchanged freely & the separation between the two spheres collapses.

Arya's associations with death become realized in this environment, and I believe AFFC is where her Persephone arc truly takes shape—as Persephone symbolically came of age when Hades abducted her, Arya so does in the House of Black and White. Persephone's tale purposely parallels marriage rituals with funeral rites: Arya performs the funeral rites for countless bodies in the HoBaW, and to ram the point home she is also "married" twice over in ADWD.

In every sense, Arya has crossed a threshold. This is an important part of the hero's journey obviously and while Arya has teetered on the brink for a while now, she has now "plunged into the shadows."

They all seemed to be looking at her, the living and the dead alike. The old man had squeezed three fingers out between the bars. "Water," he said, "water."

Arya swung down from her horse. They can't hurt me, they're dying. She took her cup from her bedroll and went to the fountain. "What do you think you're doing, boy?" the townsman snapped. "They're no concern o' yours." She raised the cup to the fish's mouth. The water splashed across her fingers and down her sleeve, but Arya did not move until the cup was brimming over. [ASOS, Arya V]

-

In the center of the temple she found the water she had heard; a pool ten feet across, black as ink and lit by dim red candles. Beside it sat a young man in a silvery cloak, weeping softly. She watched him dip a hand in the water, sending scarlet ripples racing across the pool. When he drew his fingers back he sucked them, one by one. He must be thirsty. There were stone cups along the rim of the pool. Arya filled one and brought it to him, so he could drink. The young man stared at her for a long moment when she offered it to him. "Valar morghulis," he said. [AFFC, Arya I]

When Arya gives Dareon the deserter "the gift," she upsets the life-death balance and pays for it with her sight. If, as Jaqen presented, death and life must be equally exchanged, then is it Arya Stark who is meant to die in exchange for Dareon, her blindness an attempt to drive her into the identity of No One?

V. A Dance with Dragons: Arya Stark

...but her death doesn't stick. Arya Stark is resurrected every night in her dreams, because during the day she can't be herself. Yet it's by choice that Arya remains in the House of Black and White, despite the Kindly Man presenting her with other options. Every day she has to kill Arya Stark, every night she becomes her again.

Despite her attempts to hide her maneuvering, the Kindly Man sees in her the same things that the Ghost of High Heart did.

"I see you," she whispered. "I see you, wolf child. Blood child. [ASOS, Arya VIII] "You lie. I can see the truth in your eyes. You have the eyes of a wolf and a taste for blood." [ADWD, the Ugly Little Girl]

Arya's ongoing interplay between fire (life, consumption, R'hllor) and ice (death, memory, the Old Gods) results in a unique synthesis between the two magical threads of ASOIAF. In this part of the story she wears the face of a dead girl, combining the two elements of resurrection (by inhabiting her face) and memory (by dreaming her nightmares). Notably Beric's resurrections were characterized by a loss in memory & Catelyn's by a loss in a large swath of her personality yet Arya doesn't face this issue.

Arya drew back from him. "He killed the slave?" That did not sound right. "He should have killed the masters!" [AFFC, Arya II]

"You may have bad dreams for a time," warned the kindly man. "Her father beat her so often and so brutally that she was never truly free of pain or fear until she came to us."

"Did you kill him?"

"She asked the gift for herself, not for her father."

You should have killed him. [ADWD, The Ugly Little Girl]

In any face, Arya Stark remains. It's very fitting that Arya begins the series learning water dancing which requires she master perfect balance, because it's a skill that she needs. Between life and death, black and white, ice and fire, Arya Stark hangs in balance.

[the-kinnie-in-me]

hi!! this is like my second time sending a request- and i’m not very familiar with like how requests are supposed to be phrased? if that makes sense? 😭 sorry smdbkskhdf anyways i hope this request makes sense :)

could you write something (it could be headcannons, a oneshot, an imagine, or anything like that) about the reader being peter parker’s little sister + the youngest avenger who’s also spider-girl? i really hope that made sense ahjshkdsjhd- some things that i’d like to be included (but you don’t have to if you can’t find a way to include them) are:

- wanda and nat being like mother figures

- vision because he’s funny and i love him

- bucky and sam, because i see them as honorary avengers 😁😁

- TONY HAVING A SOFT SPOT FOR THE READER

- peter being the best big brother ever

- clint teaching the reader how to use a bow and arrow

IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS IS 😭😭 I DIDNT REALIZE HOW LONG IT WAS GETTING, thank you! :)

A/n: This took up 3 pages in my google docs 😃 .DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE LENGTH OR THE EXTRA THINGS- it help me have more ideas! I really hope you enjoy this-

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫:

༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄༄

If you both got your powers around the same time-

There would be some public attention that there are 2 people in masks swinging around NYC in the same area, at the same time

Which just makes the process of being recruited a lot quicker

The both of you would be clueless that it was the other person

Since you didn’t want him to worry

And he didn’t want you to worry

That basically went on until you were both recruited for the Avengers

“That was you?!” “That was you?!”

“Did you both seriously not know that?”

“Did you tell Aunt May??”

“Of course not! Did you?”

“No-”

But if you got your powers later than him and started fighting crime-

You’re both still gonna be clueless about the other person's secret identity

He’s gonna want to learn more about your alter ego and investigate them

You both crossed paths from time to time

It basically became a race on who can go to the scene 1st

He was kinda surprised since even if his suit is more advanced, there were times where you beat him to it

But he did start to question it when you came home later than usual and the topic of Spidergirl was a bit touchy

You noticed the same with him but with Spiderman and with more suspicious stuff

He didn’t let you in his room

He became more secretive with you even if you both used to tell the other person everything

The fact that this all started when he got the Stark Internship

You found out when you saw Spiderman enter your brother's room in your apartment on your way home from fighting crime

You decided to confront him and that's how you both found out the other person's identity

He’s gonna help you with your powers now

Back to the general headcanons-

You’re both trying to hide it from May but one of you slips up

She’s having 2 heart attacks back to back

Please be a good wingman for him

At least be better than Ned

If you’re not as smart as him-

Don’t worry, he’ll try his absolute best to help you and not rub it in your face

When the both of you are in the Avengers-

You’re both radiating “I'm just happy to be here” energy

You understand all of his references and respond with another one

The others are just like “????”

While Peter’s being trained by Tony

You’re being trained by basically EVERYONE so jokes on him!

They were all training you for different scenarios since you’re the youngest and no one really wants anything to happen to you

Nat’s training you for hand to hand combat

While Clint’s training to use a bow and arrow

“Why do I even need this? I have my powers you know”

“Because you need to work on your aim”

“My aim is completely fine-”

“You remember what happened last time?”

“I missed an object while swinging and almost fell to my death….”

“And?”

“Tony had to activate my built-in parachute.”

“Exactly.”

Whenever you’re not training, you hang out with Wanda and Vision

You never seem to be surprised when Vision phrases through the walls due to your spider senses

He’s trying to understand your references with Peter- please explain it to him

Wanda likes having you around since you don’t really see her powers as something of mass destruction and instead look at it with curiosity

Which results in a maternal soft spot

Even if some of the questions you ask about her powers are a little concerning

“Can you like- create your own reality? With your powers I mean”

“I haven’t tried it??”

She will

The way she really shows it is to check if you're doing ok mentally

Natasha’s doing the same thing except she makes sure you’re doing well physically

Tony also has a soft spot for you-

You basically have favorite child privileges with him

You get away with more things at least compared to the others

If you ask him for something he’ll say yes

If you show interest at something, the next day it's at the tower waiting for you

“I’m gonna order some take out-do you want anything tinier Parker?”

“Some pizza sounds nice”

“Okay then”

“Yeah, it does-”

“Order your own food Barnes.”

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna buy some food at the store-”

“Do you have enough money?”

“Not sure-”

*Gives 100 dollars*

“Here.”

Can't say the same for Sam and Bucky tho-

They don’t hate you-

It’s just that if they had to associate you and Peter with a song it would be Teenagers by MCR

Peter’s always looking out for you during missions

You’re one of the only family members he has left- of course, he’ll look out for you

You’re also looking out for him for the same reason

But also because May would be devastated if something happens to even one of you

There’s basically nothing in this world that can break your bond

If someone wants to see Peter REALLY pissed off- they should try harming you in any way

[captnjacksparrow]

Hey cap! In chapter 699 when Sasuke left the village for his redemption journey, he said goodbye twice and there’s a huge difference between those two instances. Can you please make a comparison between the two instances? just so we are all clear who really matters to him (although we all know the answer to that already).

Thank you and have a good day! And if you are celebrating christmas then Merry Christmas as well your blog is really a blessing and a big eye opener to the fandom. 😊

Merry Christmas to you too, Anon.

Chapter 699, Goodbye??

I never considered Sasuke's talk with Naruto as a gesture of Goodbye, you know.... It didn't even remotely gave me that vibe.

This panel looks like a proper Goodbye where Sakura and Kakashi is sending him off and Sasuke looks like he is walking towards the Horizon.... In most medias, when someone sees the Back of the person they wave Goodbye to, then most of the times they will never see them again. It represents a sense of Finality.

For Example,

This scene is from one of my favourite movie Kill Bill, where the Girl, Beatrix said her Goodbye and seeing him (Bill) walking away.... Couple of seconds later, he would fall down to his eventual death.

This is another instance from a TV Series, Game of Thrones, where Ned Stark was watching his wife Catelyn riding off to her faraway home. But this will be the last time they will share a scene together because Ned will be dead eventually.

Well, We have one in our Narutoverse itself and that scene always kills me...

Technically Sasuke didn't say Goodbye but it's a visual symbolism that this will be last time Sasuke will see Itachi as his Beloved Brother, atleast for a very long time...

Man... These kind of Visual Symbolism always makes me sad...

Not to mention before taking off, he did the Forehead Poke to Sakura saying, 'Maybe Next Time'

I've said it many times that this Gesture represents 'Lying' or 'Distancing oneself' and also there is an uncertainty in his word 'Maybe'. Whether he will ask her to come with him again or not... It's all left open.

I don't know how SS peeps takes any of these scenes as Romantic. To me, it screams... 'That's all'... There's no token of Love Exchange, like a Kiss or a Fancy Locket or a Photo or anything...

However when it comes to Naruto though...

"I'll save it until I have the real match with you"

This is the last thing he spoke to Naruto in Chapter 699... And None of his words gives off this feeling of saying Good Bye or something... It's clearly gives this hopeful, 'I'm looking forward to you...' kind of message.. There's no uncertainty or watching the back symbolism like I explained above...

And they exchanged a Token of their Bond...

This is a Symbol that represents as to where Sasuke belongs and whom he bonded with...

Of Course, Years later, we see Sasuke was carrying that same Hitai Ate as something precious...

And then we also see that Sasuke & Naruto were both playing their funny Rivalry Contest even at this Age like some silly kids as they spoke earlier...

All these indicates, N and S were both in contact with each other regularly and play these funny contests through their Letters or Meetings...

That's why I never felt Chapter 699 is a Goodbye between Naruto and Sasuke... In fact, it's an hopeful message that their Bond continues no matter how distant they lives away from each other...

[mgparker]

another chance [pt. 5]

peter parker x reader

the final part of “another chance” [peter parker x f!reader]

NO WAY HOME SPOILERS

summary: when an unexpected villain joins the final battle, you find yourself putting everything on the line for the ones you love | word count: 4252

warnings: NO WAY HOME SPOILERS, ANGST, VERY VERY SAD TIMES, mentions of death, blood, slight nwh plot change, new villain, peter can’t catch a damn break, violence, possibly confusing content ahead, mastermind plotting

part one, part two, part three, part four, series masterlist

notes: the longest installment ever and something i poured my whole heart into. thank you for reading, this was my first series on tumblr and i couldn’t be happier with the amount of love you’ve shown it.

grab ur tissues babes <3

no way home spoilers below the cut, you’ve been warned

pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader

After Peter finished tending to your wounds, the two of you started on the cure for Dr. Curt Connors.

Science had always been your favorite subject, something that came along with being best friends with Midtown’s finest and brightest. Desperate to help with something, you copied Peter’s actions, creating a second cure just in case things went sideways (like they did with the Green Goblin).

“So that’s it?” You mixed the last ingredient into the vial.

“That’s it,” Peter confirmed, checking in with the others to make sure that everyone was ready.

This was the moment that he had been dreading this entire time. Peter knew how stubborn you were—you’d proven it earlier when you forced him to leave you back at the subway station in Queens—but this time, he couldn’t put you at risk.

“Y/N,” Peter started, grabbing your hands gently.

But you knew where this was going and cut to the chase. “I’m going to stay here with Ned and MJ and it’s going to be okay.”

You tried your best to reassure him, squeezing his hands and giving him a bright smile. But Peter couldn’t shake off the bad feeling in his gut. “Promise me.”

“Peter, you know I can’t do that,” you sighed, wanting nothing more than to tell him what he wanted to hear. But you knew existing in this world of superheroes and villains and wizards (for God’s sake) didn’t always promise the best outcome. “But I’ll do my best to stay out of the action.”

Peter could accept that. “Okay.”

“Now go show him ‘em hell, Spidey.”

And he left to do exactly that, arriving at the Statue of Liberty and engaging in battle almost immediately.

Meanwhile, you stayed with MJ and Ned and waited for Peter’s signal.

“So…” Ned started, messing with the sling ring on his hand. “What’s up with you and shaggy Parker?”

“Shaggy Parker?” You repeated.

Ned motioned to his own hair. “You know, his hair is shaggy looking and all.”

“It’s not—” Peter’s face flashed in your mind. “—well, maybe it is. And nothing, nothing. We met yesterday and we’ve gotten to know each other pretty well, that’s all.”

“I’m sure you have,” Ned wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

MJ elbowed him in the side, promptly shutting him up which you were grateful for.

“We’re just friends.” A sense of disappointment lingered with that statement.

“Yeah, with benefits.”

“It’s only been a day!”

“And?”

Before you could respond, your universe’s Peter came swinging by Ned’s open portal, giving you the signal you’d all been waiting for. “Close it!”

The Machina landed by your feet so you grabbed it quickly. Ned circled his arms… but nothing happened.

“What’s going on, Leeds?” You asked uncertainly, feeling your anxiety spike for every second that the portal stayed open.

“It’s not closing,” Ned sang nervously, swinging his arms around desperately.

It seemed that MJ was the only one with a semi-clear mind, trying to coax Ned through the process gently. “It’s okay, just keep going. Keep trying, uh huh. Keep trying.”

The peaceful tone left her voice when the Lizard took a sudden interest in the open portal, doing a full 180 and heading straight for the three. “Oh God! Okay, okay! Close it, Ned!”

With the Lizard getting closer and closer, you pushed your friends away from the portal. “Gotta go!”

You ran behind them, making a beeline toward the classroom door until you were cut off by the ugly green reptile. You yelped in disgust, falling onto your ass in shock and crawling away from him.

Thankfully, your Peter came swinging in, landing a firm kick in the Lizard’s chest and sending him flying across the lab. “Run!” He screamed, fighting the Lizard off and smashing every surface in the process.

He didn’t need to tell you twice. You, Ned and MJ hopped through the portal and continued sprinting on the uppermost level of the freakin’ Statue of Liberty. As you all made your way down, you tried not to look directly below you. Just the thought of being so high up sent a chill down your spine.

A crash vibrated the ground beneath you and you screamed, picking up the pace. Seeing the next ladder a few steps too far, you decided to risk it all and jump onto the next level, gripping the pole next to you.

“Y/N?!” The older Peter yelled from the floor above you. “What’re you doing?”

“You know, just some good ole parkour!” The adrenaline rushing through your veins caused you to be a bit more snippy than usual. You cringed as you realized what you said. “Sorry, that came out unnecessarily rude.”

“It’s fine!”

Grabbing the box that you had thrown onto the ground, you caught up to your friends. Ned was once again circling his arms in the air, attempting to open another portal down here. You laughed in relief when you saw the flickering yellow sparks appear in the air, materializing into a successful portal.

Only that laugh faded as soon as you saw Doctor Strange come out the other end. “Shit, here.” You pushed the box into his arms quickly, not wanting to face his inevitable wrath. “Don’t do anything yet though, Peter has it covered.”

Strange glared at all three of you, eyelid twitching in anger. “What?”

Right on time, Peter swung into view, leaving a healed Curt Connors in his trail. Strange looked shocked to say the least.

You would’ve made a snide comment about his mistake of doubting Peter in the first place but something else caught your attention.

Not too far from where you were standing, the Peter Parker you now held dear to your heart was engaged in a neck-to-neck battle with… who in the hell was that?

The best way to describe this new arrival was a “mini Curt Connors.” It was a young man, probably in his mid-twenties, with long reptilian limbs and large lumps breaking through the fabric on his back. He was large, though not as big as the OG Lizard, and he was putting up a good fight against the Amazing Spider-Man.

Doctor Strange used his magic robe thing to fly away from the group but you ignored him as you became entranced by the fight.

“Peter, Peter, Peter…” the half-lizard/half-man growled, swinging a claw at Spider-Man’s face. “Even now, you take her for granted.”

Her? What was he talking about and where did he even come from?

Your first instinct was to let Peter kill him. But you quickly reminded yourself that the point of all this was to heal these people. So you did the only thing you could think of…..

After climbing to the top of the Statue, you were able to talk to Doctor Strange, discussing your plan for the new villainous arrival and surprisingly getting his approval.

Renewed with energy, you enacted your plan, sprinting towards the open portal leading straight into the school’s lab. There, if you were lucky enough, you’d find the extra cure that you’d made alongside Peter…

Lo and behold, lying beneath a table in the far-left corner of the lab was the extra cure, miraculously unshattered and intact.

Wasting no time, you snatched it, running back onto the Statue of Liberty and locating the new mysterious villain. He wasn’t too far away, making your task a whole lot easier.

Please let this work.

“You’ve taken everything from me, Parker,” the half-lizard was saying, approaching a fallen Peter who was trying to suck some air into his lungs.

So immersed in trying to figure out who this new villain was and why he was looking at Peter with so much disgust, the boy failed to notice your creeping figure.

Ever so slowly, you took careful steps toward the man. You had one goal: bring an end to this madness and administer the cure, Y/N. You can do this.

Now directly behind him, you tentatively raised an arm, aiming for the mini Lizard’s back before swinging it down full-force.

In the next second, two things happened:

First, you successfully administered the cure which instantly reverted the villain into his human form.

Second, an agonizing pain blossomed in your chest, sending you onto your knees and coughing up a storm. Your brain couldn’t make sense of what had happened until the Green Goblin’s wicked laugh filled the air.

“I warned you before,” he sneered, standing atop his sharp bladed glider which was covered in a sticky thick substance—blood. “All those whom Peter Parker loves meet doom.”

With another cackle, the Goblin flew away, ready to target a different Peter…

It’s crazy how much blood is in a human body. You learn about it in class but it’s hard to imagine all that blood pumping through your veins until you actually see it spilling out of you.

There was a sharp ringing in your ears, making it hard to hear Peter’s anguished cries as he dropped to his knees next to you. Gasping, the Amazing Spider-Man pulled your body onto his lap, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you up to meet his eyes.

Your gaze seemed glossed over, empty. And it caused Peter to panic even more. Were you gone already?!

“Y/N?” He whimpered, back in the same spot that he was in two years ago.

He cursed at the world for this cruel twist of fate, internally screaming as he saw all the blood that was pooling around you. Oh God, all the blood. Too much blood. Blood that was meant to keep you alive was flowing out of your body as if it were always so meaningless.

Peter’s heart dropped when you didn’t answer, shaking you desperately. A scream ripped from his vocal cords, your name echoing through the beautiful New York night.

His eyes closed in disbelief, tears streaming down his face as he tried to cover your wounds. Tried to do anything, anything to keep you alive.

“Pete.”

He froze, bringing his eyes over to your face where you were staring at him with that same glossy look. “It’s okay.”

“No, no, it is not okay,” Peter sobbed, pulling you into his chest and hugging your body tight… while you were still breathing. “It wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

“It’ll be okay,” you reassured. Getting air into your lungs was getting harder and harder by the second and Peter’s enhanced ears could hear your heart beating slower and slower. “We’ll see each other again, Peter.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying. Please don’t leave me.” He begged, pushing your hair away from your face.

“I won’t,” you said firmly, giving him that same empty look before shifting your gaze to the sky above you.

Before Peter could move or even think, you were suddenly gone. Your heartbeat gone and your ragged breaths no longer filled the silence.

In fact, your entire semblance was gone, fading away with a trace of that flickering yellow magic he’d seen from that magic portal he jumped through. The only piece of evidence proving that you’d even been there at all was the blood staining Peter’s Spider suit. And even that was fading away slowly.

I’m losing my mind. Peter thought, getting up from shock and staring at his empty hands in disbelief. She’s gone-- she’s gone and so is my sanity.

.

.

.

But if your human ears would’ve been strong enough to pick up on the commotion levels away, the real you would’ve reassured Peter that you were actually still in fact alive and breathing.

But alas, when you finally looked up to check on your doppelganger’s progress, you were met with a horrifying sight: a sobbing Peter Parker holding your dead fake body… the exact Peter Parker that had already lost you once.

Your doppelganger’s body dissolved into thin air as Doctor Strange’s duplication spell finally wore off.

You watched as Peter stood up, shaking from emotion and looking like he was losing his goddamn mind.

You had to tell him that you were okay. “PETER!” You cringed as all three men turned but there was only one who needed to hear your voice.

It sounded as if a sweet melody called out to him, heaven held in the simplicity of your tone. Peter wildly searched for the source, finding you a second later, waving at him from the bottom of the Statue.

You looked healthy, cheeks flushed red and chest heaving from the effort of climbing so many damn flights.

And in that moment, waving wildly like a child hyper from candy, Peter thought you’d never looked more beautiful.

What just happened? Did he just make that whole thing up?

Before he could jump down, the older Peter called his name, in the midst of a fight with the Green Goblin.

He knew he had a duty to his brothers, but Peter’s eyes lingered on your figure, not wanting to let you out of his sight. He felt like dropping to his knees and thanking every force above for the simple fact that you were actually alive.

‘Go.’ You mouthed, giving him that precious smile he thought he’d never see again…

For the rest of the fight, you stayed with Ned and MJ. Between witnessing MJ’s near-fatal fall and the oldest Peter saving her in the nick of time, you were two seconds away from passing out.

And when it was down to just the teenage Peter Parker versus the Green Goblin, the Peter who had been dying to hold you in his arms finally jumped down to the bottom level.

You breathed his name, ready to embrace him as he rushed towards you… Only when he actually reached you, it wasn’t a hug that you received.

With more passion than you ever thought possible, Peter’s lips landed on yours, teeth clashing from the force of it but neither of you cared.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, your body leaning into his touch and chasing every movement his mouth made against yours. His tongue traced the shape of your teeth, diving into your mouth daringly.

God this felt right. Like the realest and purest thing you’d ever known.

Peter placed a firm hand at the back of your head, bringing you impossibly closer.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you did the same, craving his touch more and more with every second that passed. Your souls had finally touched each other intimately… and God if there wasn’t anything more the two of you wanted than staying intertwined like this forever.

This moment bonded the two of you— your little piece of forever.

Though every cell in his body screamed at him otherwise, Peter pulled away from the kiss, his Spidey senses going haywire.

He redirected his attention towards the other two Peters, the older one wounded in his attempt to stop the other Peter from murdering the Green Goblin.

Suddenly, he dug around in the pocket of his suit. Pulling out Norman’s cure, he chucked it over to your universe’s Peter, who caught it swiftly and plunged it into the Goblin’s neck.

… Finally, the nightmare was over— Norman Osborn resurfacing and then just as quickly losing consciousness. His body slumped over and landed on the ground.

It’s done. You realized with a sense of relief. We did it.

Peter’s hand slipped into yours, your fingers interlacing. “What happened back there?” He whispered, tugging on your hand as if that would get you to answer faster.

“I think we kissed, Pete.” You knew what he meant but it was fun to state the obvious.

“No, yeah—yeah but— “

“What? You didn’t like it?”

“Huh? No — I mean, yes! Yes, I loved it but— how—“

“I’m just messing with you, Pete.”

You tried your best to explain to him how you were still alive, the plan coming back to you in a series of flashbacks.

After witnessing Peter’s fight with the new reptilian villain, you knew the only way to get rid of this threat was to talk to Doctor Strange, who unfortunately was at the uppermost level of the Statue.

After some hardcore cardio, you finally made it up to the highest part of the Statue of Liberty, your lungs about to give out. “Doctor Strange!” You called, spotting him a short distance away.

“That guy—“ you pointed at the new mutant. “We don’t know that guy. He’s new!”

“I’m aware,” Strange sounded irritated. You couldn’t blame him— he’d been hanging over the Grand Canyon for 12 hours.

Your mind raced through a million theoretical plans but only one made sense… kinda. “Hey Doc, is there some sort of spell that can create a fake me?” It was a stretch but you had to try.

“A fake you?”

“Yeah, preferably one that won’t get me injured… or killed.” You awkwardly gave him a thumbs up. Dying in the presence of Peter was NOT an option.

“Why would I do that?” Strange asked, continuing his spell.

“Well, I know you’re trying to save the multiverse right now and whatnot, but I have an idea on how to take down the new guy!”

“Get to the point,” He practically growled, annoyed with your incessant chattering.

You did as he said. “We have an extra cure, but I think I’m the only one who could get it into him. I just need to get really close.”

Strange looked skeptical but… he didn’t have the time on his own hands to deal with this new arrival.

The fate of the universe was at stake, and he needed to focus on that.

“There’s a spell,” he started, watching as your face lit up. “It can create a flesh and blood illusion of you designed to complete a task.”

“And it’ll work?”

“You know how many times I’ve used it around Wong?”

“Okay, okay,” You understood. “Let’s do it.”

Summoning the golden magic that coursed through his veins, Doctor Strange moved his hands in a familiar motion. It took a few moments but then a strange sensation entered your body— as if it was splitting in two.

And suddenly, you were staring an identical copy of yourself.

“… what the fuck.”

Your copy gave you a wave, smiling in your usual fashion. But her eyes looked kinda dead… empty.

“Yeah, it’s weird,” Strange said. “You’ll get used to it. She’ll act however you usually do.”

You nodded, scanning your doppelganger and suddenly feeling rather good about yourself.

“You know what to do,” you told yourself. Your copy nodded, turning (like a literal robot) and making her way to Ned’s Midtown High portal.

“Weird.”

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.

… You finished recounting the events and if he hadn’t spent the last few hours with you, Peter would’ve thought you were on drugs… Hardcore drugs.

“Your universe is so weird,” was his only response. He couldn’t even think of anything other than how grateful he was for your mastermind plan.

“I know. I know. It’s okay babe, don’t think about it.” You patted his shoulder with your free hand.

Your universe’s Peter Parker made his way up the statue, joining Doctor Strange at the top. It wasn’t a long conversation and he soon rejoined the group, a forlorn expression on his youthful face.

“The new lizard guy— Doctor Strange said he’s from your universe,” he told the Peter that was gripping your hand.

“I don’t know who he is,” he denied.

“Maybe he’s from a different point in your timeline?” Your best friend shrugged. “That’s what he said anyway.” He pointed at Strange, who still engaged in the spell was making his way down via what you called “his magic red cape.”

Above you, the sky was decorated with various cracks, what looked like the galaxy peaking through. Giant white figures on the other side seemed to be fighting to make it through.

You took some steps back as all three Peters wrapped each other in one hug.

This can’t be how our story ends, you thought, observing their goodbye. We just found each other.

Heart aching from the realization, you watched your Peter, the one that you fell in love with in a remarkably short amount of time.

With the help of Doctor Strange (who at last had arrived on the ground, keeping some distance), this universe’s Peter explained that they had no choice but to cast the original spell that Peter botched: to make the world forget that Peter Parker ever existed… at all.

“No,” MJ denied quickly, shaking her head in denial and staring at her boyfriend in distress. “No, there has to be another way.”

“I wish there was,” her Peter replied, bringing her to the side for a private conversation.

Your Peter crossed over to you, grabbing your hands and pulling you to the side as well.

Foreheads pressed together, you both closed your eyes and took a second to just breathe. You knew it was time to say goodbye, but you just didn’t know how.

“I don’t want to leave you,” you whimpered. It was ironic because really it was Peter leaving your universe, not the other way around.

“Then don’t.” A broken whisper. A beg. “Please.” He squeezed your hands tightly, bringing them up to his mouth and peppering light kisses all over them. You watched with tears in your eyes.

“You know I can’t.”

“You can.”

The voice caused you to turn around suddenly. It was this universe’s Peter Parker that had spoken this time, standing a few feet away from you. He held MJ’s hand, squeezing it as if to stop the tears from flowing.

MJ gave you a tight-lipped smile. “It’s okay,” she said. “We know.”

Beside her, Ned nodded in agreement.

All three of your friends had seen it the second you and Peter had reunited on the roof of Midtown High earlier… when this new Peter Parker had dropped everything, forgot about their mission and disregarded the world, just to make sure that you were okay.

Your souls were made for each other, yours perfectly crafted to fit with his.

“How can I leave you?” You croaked, stepping closer to your closest friends.

Ned answered this time. “You just do.”

Laughing at his bluntness, you nodded and wiped your tears. “Thanks Ned, I forgot how much I loved your straight-forward responses,” you drawled sarcastically.

“Don’t hate,” Ned joked. “You’ll miss it.”

It was suddenly hard to swallow, emotion choking you as you surged forward to hug him. “You know I will.”

In a mess of limbs and tears, Peter and MJ joined the embrace. “We’ll always be here… just a universe away,” MJ whispered. The friends took a moment to let the words sink in before bursting into a fit of giggles over how ridiculous it sounded.

The whole situation was ridiculous.

You were the first to pull away, a new concern arising. “But the spell… even if I go or stay… won’t I forget all Peter Parkers?”

“Leaving the planes of this universe with the subject of the spell might create a bit of a loophole,” Doctor Strange answered with a wink.

“Go,” Peter reassured. “We’ll be okay.”

But you couldn’t leave without giving each of them one last hug.

“I better get that invitation to the wedding,” you whispered in MJ’s ear, hugging her tightly and laughing when she awkwardly tensed up.

“Multiverse mailing system,” she laughed back.

Next was Ned who gave you a tight squeeze and whispered gleefully — “Now you can be his guy in the chair!”

And lastly, you embraced Peter Parker—the boy that had been a constant in your life for years. “You’ll always be my best friend, Pete,” you whispered, your cheeks damp with tears. You felt his tears land on your shoulder as well. “You too, Y/N.”

With a sense of melancholy, you finally stepped away from the only world you’d ever known and turned to face the older Peter Parker. Still holding his stomach painfully, he offered you a solid fist bump. Honestly, the two of you hadn’t had time to really form a bond.

After, you turned around to look at the last Spider-Man left and you knew you’d made the right choice.

Because your new beginning was already staring back at you, adoration evident in his gaze.

You joined his side, interlacing your fingers with his and looking over at Doctor Strange. The two of you shared one last nod, full of respect and understanding.

“Peace,” you said to Peter, Ned and MJ. Beside you, your Peter threw up two fingers in a peace sign.

Their faces were the last thing you saw before your surroundings faded away, along with your home universe.

You were then met with a completely new setting—the one Peter had originally been in when he was suddenly transported to your universe.

He looked around, holding his mask in one hand and yours in the other. Speaking of you….

Peter Parker slowly lifted his gaze, as if dreading what he would find in your eyes.

It felt like minutes— hours — had passed by before his eyes found yours… and what he found confirmed the worst.

The look on your face told him everything he needed to know— confusion mixed with raw fear… You pulled your hand out of his grip, staring at him blankly. Peter could see that you were trying to figure out who he was.

That’s it. Peter realized defeatedly. You’d forgotten who he was. The spell worked.

All of his hopes and dreams with you were falling headfirst into the ground before… you— you laughed?

“Sike! God, Peter Parker you are so gullible.”

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the end ;)

... or is it?

jokes. jokes. this is indeed the very end of another chance. i hope you all enjoyed this messy finale and if you’re at all confused, pls let me know.

to sum up the finale and clear up any confusion you might have, this new villain that appeared (he looks like he tried to copy Connors’ serum) is indeed from tasm!peter’s universe and he is from... *** drum roll please*** the future!! in fact, he’s from tasm!peter and reader’s future..

anyway, after she saw this villain, she realized that she needed to get to the other cure she made at the beginning of the chapter but in order to do so, she’d have to put everything on the line.. call it self-preservation, call it her desire to keep tasm!peter from experiencing her death again... the reader decided the best way to get the cure into this villain would be to create a fake copy of herself to get the task done for her

this leads to tasm!peter believing she died and yadayadayada,, sorry if I scared the shit outta you ;) also, at some point the reader actively starts calling tasm!peter her peter (your Peter, in other words).. this was intentional… also sorry for changing mj’s fall and replacing her savior with tobey’s peter.. it didn’t make sense for me to add tasm!peter catching her with everything else that was going on

anyway thank you for reading and i sincerely hope that you enjoyed it, let me know what you thought of the final part!! -- elle<333

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